Soaked. Shivering. Lonely
On this cold torturous night
Before It was lovely
Full of life and light
That light went dim
That life, it drain
I knew the storm was near
By the smell of rain
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My poems have an odd rhythm. Like they are suppose to be spoken aloud but never made it that far.
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