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The storm rides
High against the winds.
It comes closer
Calling to it’s victims.
I hear it call
As closer it comes.
I follow it’s path
As it leads the way.
“Come hither,” it says
“I am, now and forever,”
and of course I follow.
As now I stand.
Says I, “In the hands of my creator.”
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Written in my junior year, I was going through a change, where I saw a darker side to the world. The beginning of my dark side, where I have myself being swallowed by a storm, but finding it the most thrilling thing ever. I even chose to add a little narrative in the poem of what I would say if/when this would happen. It is one of my favourites to read...
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