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The Beating Heart, the Naked Soul, and a Friday The time before rain is always so grand, Like a musical dying to play. I breathe it before it arrives, I wait to dance Blink away the oncoming drops of life, laughing, crying, and singing. The world swirls around me, the colours merging into one painful song. The icy sky splashes on me, But in chaos of the storm, of all storms, I find my freedom, and my peace And then I just stood, eyes shut, Face bore to the thinning grey clouds. A single ray of warmth tempts a squint. There is light. lscgid: execve():/home/jauene/public_html/cgi-bin/counters/counter.cgi: Permission denied page views

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