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Storm of the Century
the cold breeze blows through the night air
harsh, biter, the winds create a tundra
i begin to freeze, from the inside out
my blood, my saliva, the individual cells in my flesh
my heart becomes a crystal palace
the frozen fortress of solitude
an inpenetrable tower of ice
it is from here that i survey the damage
the brutal storm wreaked devestation upon the broad horizon
what once floruished is a frost covered wasteland
where once there was life and love
there is nothing but pain and sorrow
they call it the storm of the century
but this storm is no blizzard
no, this storm is me
