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The Strangers Outside
My breath is the sound
Of the storm
I inhale, wind whistles past
I exhale, thunder dance by.
My rising chest
Is the pulsating beat
Of the rain on the asphalt.
The storm mimics me.
The tears streaming
Down my cheeks,
The closet offers no consolement.
Nor do the stranger
That live
Happily
Outside my door.
I am not here.
The sun shall never rise,
For I myself am dark.
I shall deteriorate
Into a musty nothingness,
And the strangers outside
Shan't the least bit
Falter.
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Of the storm
I inhale, wind whistles past
I exhale, thunder dance by.
My rising chest
Is the pulsating beat
Of the rain on the asphalt.
The storm mimics me.
The tears streaming
Down my cheeks,
The closet offers no consolement.
Nor do the stranger
That live
Happily
Outside my door.
I am not here.
The sun shall never rise,
For I myself am dark.
I shall deteriorate
Into a musty nothingness,
And the strangers outside
Shan't the least bit
Falter.
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Published 6th Dec 2009
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1st Jan 2010 2:36am
i like this one even better than the other..
My breath is the sound
Of the storm
I inhale, wind whistles past
I exhale, thunder dance by.
My rising chest
Is the pulsating beat
Of the rain on the asphalt.
very cool introduction paragraph.. keep it up darlin.. youre doing great
My breath is the sound
Of the storm
I inhale, wind whistles past
I exhale, thunder dance by.
My rising chest
Is the pulsating beat
Of the rain on the asphalt.
very cool introduction paragraph.. keep it up darlin.. youre doing great
