Walking in the storm, a pure rush of freight and excitement.
The rain on my clothes, embracing me like an old friend.
The wind in my hair, makes Medusas' snakes seem tame.
The lightning in the air, brighter then any actors spotlight.
The thunder I hear, a constant drum above my head that marches me home.
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Random Works of Pure Brilliance and Failure.
PoetryThese are some of my works of poetry and whatnot! Feel free to comment with your thoughts, good or bad!
