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midnight
January 30, 2019
It was dusty at night drip you hear the rain pouring down. A rotten looking old man giving me a peircing look in a flash you hear thunder storms raoring down im dripiing in sweat from running miles splash of puddles i hit the ground when I run wind chimes dangle from houses the air tastes bitter vanilla and moldy, I shred in tears you can hear my thunder
© Lauren O., Weymouth, MA
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