The Ragged Journal

Cyclone

A ragged old journal lays open on a wooden table. A fire is going, in the background.

Written by

Johnny Fell

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Cyclone
where have you gone
Tear through my heart
rip me apart
right from the start
right from the start

I’ve never known
my flesh and bone
could be such a mess
is it a test
it’s just a test

Enter the dome
this is my home
where I’ll be alone
until we atone
Farewell cyclone

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