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DELIVERANCE
Alone in thorny rain.
Constant pelting pain.
Driven mad by the sound.
No silence, shelter, to be found.
Lungs choked thick with fear.
Nothing, no one, held dear.
Cutting pressure to deliver.
Let it flow a crimson river.
Light of peace around the bend.
Turned to darkness at the end.
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