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creative.writer

United Kingdom

All I am

February 25, 2016

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The trees, the trees have shed their leaves.
The bare, blackened branches glare at me,
their eyes burrowing into my back
 
The clouds, the clouds have taken the light.
They leave me to fend for myself,
here in the dark blue night
 
The wind, the wind it screams at me.
Telling me all I am, and all I'll never be.

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