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Destruction Came Knocking

Destruction came and took a seat, said: “Hello, we need to speak.” He wasn’t aware that I sat with Grace. So, I humbly told him, “goodbye and to have a nice day.”

’’Destruction, a powerless source roams the earth seeking to devour your power within.’’

What I’ve learned about destruction; it yields power only when allowed.

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The Good Poet by K.D. Gates
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