Isis Shock
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Isis wind
a storm i see
It lights a flame
and comes for me
In the still
Of twilights dawn
I rest measured bones
Yawn
The verge of
alcoholic tears
a bitter quiet
Eats up these years
How mighty is the promise
For the tide
Sweeps in
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