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Wednesday, April 18, 2007

L'arôme d'un orage

I said that I'd planned to stick this up on my blog and even though it already got stuck elsewhere by chance (where it couldn't be happier) I'm going to go ahead and put it here too, just for the heck of it. Have fun, kids.

"a storm is coming
I can smell it in the air
full and sweet and heavy
It caresses my face with a cool breeze
to turn my head from the coming line
of dark bruises
flashing with anger
but I am wise to its wiles
and know full well what comes on the breeze
I can smell it in the air
a pregnant atmosphere
the tell-tale scent

a storm is coming"


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