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Crack
The lightening cracks
Falling from the sky. I can smell it burning
An elecric bird singing
It rained into my eyes
Warming my words
A warm blanker makes my bed freeze on the cold summer day
The ocean melts in my grip
The cold drips down my hands
The cool breeze leaving marks on the sides of my hands
I race from the smell
Going nowhere specific to me.
