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I feel it coming. The storm clouds collect on the horizon. and I close my fist. I feel the wind in my hair, flaying my hopes against the wind. Is this drizzle? Or is this hopelessness, falling from the sky. What is this foreboding, and what is this quiet thrumming growing steadily louder as I gaze into the distance. Silence. My body is tense like a bowstring, instinctually waiting for the wave to fall. |
Copyright ©2011 Ashi Shadow - 26/03/11 inspired by Last Kiss cover of MeganAndLiz
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