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Mar 2020
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The sky cry’s
A scream of frantic worship
You pant the bitter wind
As rain and sea rip into me
Smearing blood over the rocks
I let the storm crush me.
Written by
carson  17/M
(17/M)   
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     Autumn, Bogdan Dragos and kate
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