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all was calm this morning and now it's not it changed faster than tachyons how can it be? how did that blue sky breathing life into the little white flowers the ones that tell me it is spring the ones that seemed to smile as I passed them how did that turn into this? this torrential down pour these ferocious winds the sideways rain hits me like bullets or at least paint ***** turning exposed skin red on the run the wet trash is hurling down the street faster than the rushing creek the creek that serves as my driveway how did the sounds of the birds chirping turn into thunder crashing louder than the ocean thunder shaking my house we're in the Yahtzee cup of the God's dinner party shaking around no clue how we will fall I hate the weather.
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
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all was calm this morning and now it's not it changed faster than tachyons how can it be? how did that blue sky breathing life into the little white flowers the ones that tell me it is spring the ones that seemed to smile as I passed them how did that turn into this? this torrential down pour these ferocious winds the sideways rain hits me like bullets or at least paint ***** turning exposed skin red on the run the wet trash is hurling down the street faster than the rushing creek the creek that serves as my driveway how did the sounds of the birds chirping turn into thunder crashing louder than the ocean thunder shaking my house we're in the Yahtzee cup of the God's dinner party shaking around no clue how we will fall I hate the weather.
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denicent
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
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