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by Psychotic Tendencies Apr 20, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Dark night cold air Feel the chill of death run down your spine It feels so good. Penetrating. All the way down, filling your every being Relax. it comes again As wet drops fall upon you harder and harder Gaining speed-- you're soaking now Close your eyes never forget it Make it last forever it never ends here comes-- The rain