Rain turned to ice,and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled,from the sky as it bled,pale death that fell veiling the night.
...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...
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...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...
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