firestorm and hail

she came without warning,
like the coming of a thief,
firestorm to burn my soul,
and hail to purge my grief.
i do not mind the burning,
i do not mind the scour,
but to come upon me like a ghost
i almost can’t endure.
i’ve left behind all hope,
i’ve forgotten how to feel,
but hail and firestorm bids me
to accept that this is [...]

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