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Jun 2017
A timid tapping,
A raucous rapping;
Salvation calls from above.

A rumbling, a roar,
Calls me out my door
To the unknown, cast in shade.

Her electric smile,
Flashing all the while
As if for her I was made.

A tickle, trickle,
Then sliced by sickle,
The sky engulfs me in love.
Playing with rhyming patterns and syllable counts.
Matt
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Matt  29/M/Toronto
(29/M/Toronto)   
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