G o n e

November 10, 2017
By Anonymous

The wind whistled as strong and high pitched as a bullet train
Windows shook- a little from the cold blast and with no blanket to warm its surface, the glass panes froze
Layers upon layers make efforts to prevent the icy sufferings the glass endured
I wrap myself with materials that will blow away with natures breeze soon
Since the strength of the passing storm is determined to take everything it can


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