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Monday, May 14, 2007

Storm

Rain drops flashed like stars
through the lightning. Roads
glistened with the glow of
stoplights. Together, we traveled,
taking shelter in my car,
turning as fit, to better see
the storm.
Posted by pseudo_facade at 9:28 PM
Labels: K.P, Poetry

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