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by xxSuicidalxx   Sep 28, 2007


Circles of rain
On the water
Dark clouds
in the sky
lighting flashes
thunder growls
its the turning of the time
Icy winds
blow and freeze
brining the warmth
to its knees
till the sun disspaears
and till the end of these fateful years

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