Published today : The Spoils of War
There were days when the wind whispered the harshest screams,
Showering her in a stew of mixed emotions — leaving her hollow,
Until she felt she couldn’t go on, couldn’t survive another day,
As wave after wave of devastation was all that would follow,
Her personal battle against time.
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