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May 2015
The clouds
are ominous.
The crackle of electricity
can be felt in the air.
My skin, covered in goosebumps,
tries to warn me.
The oppressive air
steals the breath from my lungs.
The beads of sweat
meander upon my brow.
The perfect storm is brewing
and I find myself lost
without a shelter.
#fear #alone
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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