Here it comes.A Poem by Austin
Here it comes...
The storm is on its way. It's getting closer every day. I anticipate my fate. I'm in danger, I can see, and it's all new to me. It's sure to leave me dead unless it's all just in my head. I'm afraid. © 2011 Austin |
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