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The mood shifted,
Scudding and persistent,
And she knew that no matter the allure
To try and reach out
To touch it
In attempt to stop
It’s flow,
To do so would only
Poison them with
Mercurial glow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mercurial in 38 words
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