Poem -
8:59 PM
There was no more ink in my hands ?the heart cracked and went dryΒ
Trapped in a box , raging storm erupts silently, I yell for help , just an echo . Just myselfΒ
No place my feet rather be then by your side , tho by the dust it may have passedΒ
It's the quiet thunder that shakes your whole world , I listen for your voice it's just not there .Β
Β Β I listen , maybe it's a little bit to late .
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