Ravaged 


a whirlwind of loss •Puffing up ashes of anger•Under the red flame of the sun •Tears scalding like a molten metal •Lonely, wan and hurt,he walks to his end, wishing the day to regress towards morning •With a blurry vision, he perceives nothing. 

Roy

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