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I am not in pain but I’m standing in the hard rain. The wetness makes my feet numb I succumb to be dumb a foolish playfulness hiding my crudeness -  I roam around in happy commotion                                  A complete illusion.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
outburst of the tempest
I am not in pain but I’m standing in the hard rain. The wetness makes my feet numb I succumb to be dumb a foolish playfulness hiding my crudeness -  I roam around in happy commotion                                  A complete illusion.
The eye of the storm will come my way, someday I hope not too soon, but in the distant future For I am not prepared on the messiness it harbors in its back The harsh judgments that will pour heavily on my shoulders Then flowing water will flood my sane world I need my time to organize My mental, emotional and physical stability To stand the outburst of the tempest. © Pax 2013
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Oct 22, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
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