A storm is brewing
the fierce wind is howling thunders are deafening the downpour, drenching. Tremors start to shake Disturbing the serene Crevices break, gaping muted sound, whimpering. Saturated; heaving intensifies Close to bursting, it’s heating up The only outlet begins to crack Bitter fluids slowly cascade.
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