I lie quiet, under the concrete universe.
Above a barren ocean of wood，
As the terrors are unleashed upon me. Why?
must the gods unleash their wrath upon my rugged fur?
My silky smooth fibers, frozen in the midst of a hurricane.
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Author:
Konov (
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- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes stuff happens and there's nothing you can do about it
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Beautifully written:)
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