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BriannaSinging

  • winters arisen

    i hear the wind blowingi hear it in the airi don't know what to do its simply just not fairi look out of my window and watch the rain falli ...

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  • without you would be never...

    the rain pelted down, running down the streets like a river, you could here it bounce of the ground, almost like a traditional irish heavy jig. the clouds cried tears ...

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Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
— Thomas Gray