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Tornado
My grotesque fascination with air
is almost a sadistic one;
here I am, begging to see it
malnourished and stretched
and torn and tortured.
It is hollow and beckoning,
erupting with its vacuum.
And then
it is released unto the world.
is almost a sadistic one;
here I am, begging to see it
malnourished and stretched
and torn and tortured.
It is hollow and beckoning,
erupting with its vacuum.
And then
it is released unto the world.
Published 11th Mar 2014
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