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Storm

March 11, 2013
By Anonymous

Waves crash against the shore.
Walks along the beach.
Beauty within
the surface.

Salty Breeze
Blowing howling screeching.
Nothing.
Blowing howling screeching.

Hair in my face.
Blinded.

Blowing howling screeching.
Never ending.
More.
When?

I run.
I pick up speed.
I go
home.

Away.
Away from the madness,
Sit.
Sit it out.

But still
they crash.

Waves crash against the shore,
a storm arising.
Beauty within
the surface.



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