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Jun 2013
It's the swift wind that caresses your shoulders
and leaves your hair standing
An excitement you can't quite decipher
Whether good or weather bad

A voice that plays tricks
and flicks the light in your attic
The voice of god or fellow man?
Judgment day or just a scare?
Danielle Rose
Written by
Danielle Rose  Fall River
(Fall River)   
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