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Storm clouds cometh... Pouring rain on thy wounded... Washed away ye ground and toil... Echoing glorious sounds of remorse... Storm clouds cometh... As the wicked thunder crawls... Lightning moves asunder and tears begin to fall... .. ... .... Justice to whom, the one I have broken... Peace be to thou... For when the cold grips the very fabric of my emotions... I yield... I surrender... Fight I may, naught... Storm clouds cometh... Thy love departed... Thy mind is gone... -monologue-ing in the rain...
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 09:06:33 +0000

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