And yesterday was a storm;
Today is the wind.
Wind with sheets of rain washing over this city.
This city so vibrant once, now so internally ill with a plague so condensed water runs like mud while air sits stagnant in open rooms so beautifully filled with tragedy.
Today is the wind.
Wind with sheets of rain washing over this city.
This city so vibrant once, now so internally ill with a plague so condensed water runs like mud while air sits stagnant in open rooms so beautifully filled with tragedy.
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