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This gentle rain soothes my soul Comforting, cradling me, like a bowl It quiets the feral beast That lies buried, it sleeps The claws have close..

The cold rain a balm on my skin That’s gently gracing my soft cheeks A solemn misty night does begin As droplets fall from the dark sky I lo..

MATURE WRITE AND TOPIC

I’m rough on the exterior Jagged shards protruding outward Much like a small porcupine Prickly spikes poking, my power Deep within my inte..

MATURE

It’s the quiet wee hours of the morning The sky onyx speckled with stars My moon glowing casting silver light To brighten the darkened night ..

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