Unfinished business
The wind and the rain the storm in the drains.
Bloods still pumping in my veins
Still waiting on a change as snow falls.
In the midst of it all, sometimes you need a good bawl.
As things crawl.
Death is lurking but not enduring,
As the wind comes in.
Lights all around.
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