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When days roll by a little at a time trickling on the rocks, drip drip the time flows by endlessly into the night. Peaceful these days seem and soon you are bombarded unwittingly under stress your soul cries out and like hail pounding on your roof in quarter inch disasters, you pound your fists. Time still flows but it is staggered now, there is a storm tonight. Out of control, it leaves a trail of sorrow behind it. A light flashes and you are startled for a moment. You wait. The floorboards, ceiling fan, your appliances rattle all at once. Lightning strikes and not a single person is hurt but the storm rages on.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Storm pt.1
When days roll by a little at a time trickling on the rocks, drip drip the time flows by endlessly into the night. Peaceful these days seem and soon you are bombarded unwittingly under stress your soul cries out and like hail pounding on your roof in quarter inch disasters, you pound your fists. Time still flows but it is staggered now, there is a storm tonight. Out of control, it leaves a trail of sorrow behind it. A light flashes and you are startled for a moment. You wait. The floorboards, ceiling fan, your appliances rattle all at once. Lightning strikes and not a single person is hurt but the storm rages on.
ITS STORMING OUTSIDE LIKE A LOT so needless to say I felt inspired yes. Expect a part two soonish.
bombin-bean
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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