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Mar 2018
I scream to the stars above
"What do you want from me?!"
The wind picks up
Stealing what little breath I hold
Sleeping flowers awaken,
only to find that rain season has just begun
The rain comes from my eyes
I curse your moonbeam eyes
That once danced in front of mine
And in comes the sun
Burning where you once held me
And suddenly... peace.
3/19/18
Abigail Hobbs
Written by
Abigail Hobbs  22/F/Washington
(22/F/Washington)   
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