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Mar 2014
Crispy air brushes through
                                       the spaces between my fingers.

Howling of the wind rushes through my body,
                                                                   sending shivers up my spine.

The intensity of the ominous clouds arise,
                                                             now filling in what was once serenity in the sky.
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