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Collection of poems by a Frankincense. If anything bothers you and you wish to have them explained in a poetic form, I can help!!!.

storm

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by 4cEbony

by 4cEbony

My head is as clouded as the stormy late sky of the late April evening.

My memories, now dark clouds hunting me

My lips have forsaken every word it could have pronounced this April evening

A life, I keep hidden.

The eyes I keep close, have seen beyond the boundaries of men.

It has now become a crime to trust.

I hide under the storm, I should run from; for it is the safest place to be.

My world is not be controlled by me, even thou it's mine.

I pray this storm grows into me.

I hope the never give up on me.

Please don't eat me.

I hope we ride together till the very end.