bear the brunt of the storm; make your home in me

granted, the walls are dented and the shutters tend to leak

letting water in to greet the thing that stays inside

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board up the windows of myself against a salty rain

sweep the cobwebs out of the corners and dust the sills in vain

in a quiet hope for a silent world beyond the painted front door

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speak

to celebrate a new earth

that howls outside as the weather gets worse