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Heavy clouds.
The sound so loud.
Calming.
Nerveless.
My spirit roaming.
Like an animal on the run.
Little drops, many on the count.
Body feeling numb.
Timeless.
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When Your Card Gets Declined At Therapy | Poetry Collection Part 1 ©
Poetry... so they bring up the poems you wrote instead. © All written by me 2022 - 2024 Fay Willows
rain
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Heavy clouds.
The sound so loud.
Calming.
Nerveless.
My spirit roaming.
Like an animal on the run.
Little drops, many on the count.
Body feeling numb.
Timeless.
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