A nuclear winter of thoughts casting a storm of clouds overhead.. forcast unidentifiable.. lightning beams striking the ground with exceeding force..inadequate my umbrella.. for past storms have ripped tears into its skin.. now drenched in these freezing thought droplets.. Searching for a shelter less fragile than my inferior cover.. signs flash in the electric light rotating around me.. they all read no vacancy.
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By: Lisa Roberts aka LyricalLisa7
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