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The Storm's Parade

The nip of the wind, it chills as it bites.
Yet you walk bared, on this cold lonely night.
The pale of the moonlight, it shimmers so bright,
Against the dark clouds on this cold, lonely night.
Your last driving will dies without a fight, as the storm rages on, this cold, lonely night.
In that moment lightning flashed, your heart stood still, and tears splashed. You look to your left, you look to your right, in the dying light of the storm's might. You aren't alone, in your pitiful flight; naked souls trek, on this cold, lonely night.
Written by Deontejordan (D. Jordan)
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