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Jan 2011
7
The sharp clipped tones of a passive nightmare have entered the creamy sea, that exuded calm only moments ago.
Now all that is left is the wait to see.
Whether the cloudy, hazy future will clear to rays of sun,
or whether it will incur a blitz like storm, of unforeseen doom.
I wait patiently for my fate to arrive.
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