May 16, 2013 · 13:00
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the hailstorm

A shower of icicles fall from the sky, they’re like whips upon the skin

A hailstorm has approached the land all buildings we rush in

Nature is confused today; she doesn’t know what she wants

We just have to accept her temper and hide within a sconce      

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