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Ps.6 Vindicated

I am torn to nothing; decimated page of prose, Screwn to tinder, wrapped tight in coils to burn. Life-hope story rolled and knotted to catch the anguish breath, One spark ignites, dry bones split as kindling.

I am barren soil falling through your fingers, Empty of life, crumbling through drought to death. Nothing grows in this once fertile land, strewn to famine-war, Oh for one cloud, one rain just one droplet of hope.

I am heard anguish-tears. I am held sorrow-weakness.

I am vindicated.

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