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BEFORE A STORM
Clouds gather,
Dark and foreboding,
A tumultuous today.
Melancholia,
Looms above,
Very few agree with me.
Why not wait,
For nature to strike,
And cleanse all this pollution.
I look calm,
Just like the harsh storm,
Waiting to lash at the city.
Who is there,
To prevent us both,
Who wants to be sincere?
