When a morning breaks
during armageddon,
it’s like trying to trace the outline
of a cloud
when you’re in the middle of it-
there aren’t boundaries
and your body is a vast damp lawn.
When a morning breaks
during armageddon,
it’s like trying to trace the outline
of a cloud
when you’re in the middle of it-
there aren’t boundaries
and your body is a vast damp lawn.
The Word Rummager 
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