5-Senses

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I can see the rain deipping down like pain on this cold and nasty day

I can hear the sounds of storm growing warm in the wake of its fray

I can smell the scent of all the energy spent on an unavoidable fate

I can feel the rage slipping out of their cage just before they jump the gun

I can taste the tears that confirm the fears of the battle that wasn't won

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