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As soon as it touches your skin you shiver,
You get cold and your whole body starts to feel heavy,
All things fake seem to roll off of you and onto the ground,
It creates a false freedom for just a minute,
It softly strokes you with all its fingers,
You let all your emotions go and allow it to pull them into the ground
Crying is no option
You could feel empty
It will always save you from yourself
It never overwhelms you
Some fear it,
It comes from the dark sky
The sound it creates sounds like bombs dropping from the sky
With a strong nose you can smell it from afar
Its name doesn’t describe it
You have to be at the right place at the right time
To see this thing occur

by michelle provencial

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