Wind, screaming on deaf ears,
Trees, bellowing with constant fears,
Snow, falling on a wounded flower,
There is nothing here that will give power.
Time, it is wasted, completely spent.
Minds, rotted and destroyed.
Tears fall and collide with harm.
There is nothing here; there is no charm.
by Zach Delong
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