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Walking alone In the early morning. Thoughts clash around; While the melodies of birds, Never reach my ears. I am a cold sunrise I am a tranquil storm Staring at my lifeless phone, The scarred screen sullied; No one checking up. I trudge along aimlessly, Contemplating, calculating. I am a cold sunrise I am a tranquil storm The blinding ball of fire Climbs higher, Yet the warmth never reaches. My bare arms become littered With heinous horripilation. I am a cold sunrise I am a tranquil storm The grainy sand Beneath my fumbling feet, Is course with broken shells Poking and prodding, Yet I am numb to the pain. I am a cold sunrise I am a tranquil storm Because a cold sunrise always sets And a tranquil storm destroys without a sound
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
I am a Cold Sunrise
Walking alone In the early morning. Thoughts clash around; While the melodies of birds, Never reach my ears. I am a cold sunrise I am a tranquil storm Staring at my lifeless phone, The scarred screen sullied; No one checking up. I trudge along aimlessly, Contemplating, calculating. I am a cold sunrise I am a tranquil storm The blinding ball of fire Climbs higher, Yet the warmth never reaches. My bare arms become littered With heinous horripilation. I am a cold sunrise I am a tranquil storm The grainy sand Beneath my fumbling feet, Is course with broken shells Poking and prodding, Yet I am numb to the pain. I am a cold sunrise I am a tranquil storm Because a cold sunrise always sets And a tranquil storm destroys without a sound
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
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