United States

HOW does the wind blow so ffrequently naked, does it get accepted by its noise so sacred?

Or maybe a rally, awaiting, allowing its return

does the God above send it to those who yearn?

Impeccable the resemblence of knowledge of people,

they acall each other names as if a horse out of a staple,

do staples hit the paper in a vast motion, allowing the 2 peices of paper in a vast notion?

The subway is accepted, the people come in, the wind shifts the planet,

Until it transends into a hurricane, is it



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That gave me chills. Really nice flow and great figurativeness


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