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Wind lashed like the claws of a cat,
Rain poured without regard for the dead,
Bodies six feet under surfaced and floated,
Ancient ones were decayed,
The recently buried seemed freshly bloated,
So marks the beginning of monsoon season.
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Wow! I’m impressed by the eloquence of your dark side.
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Aw, shucks . . .
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Reading this while there’s a drizzle out there…. Whew hits hard
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Creeeepy
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“Wind lashed like the claws of a cat…” — brilliant line! Nice job.
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Thanks 🙂
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This was dark and beautiful! I also learned something new today (Monsoon season). Thanks for sharing, Karina. 🙂
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Thanks ☺️
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Amazing writing, Karina. No remorse for the dead – chilling.
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I was a zombie when I wrote this. Thanks 💀
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