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<remnants>
a hurricane storm,
wipes out the plain,
sweeps away the houses,
as if they were pained,
no stopping it now,
as the window sills break,
the houses uprooted,
the foundation still takes,
and the shop round the corner,
still stands shining bright,
last remaining in the town,
now a ghost in the night,
a hurricane storm,
wipes out the plain,
it doesn't look back,
at all the houses in vain.
sc.
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Hot Water & Honey
Poesíaa collection of poems from my innermost thoughts or as i would like to call it, my hot water and honey! don't forget to vote comment and like!! this is for you if you're constantly fighting a war in your head but never able to say anything about it...
