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William Ryan Fritch
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Storms
Heavy mottled clouds...
The soiled bandages that seal the skies.
We pray for storms.
For with the clearest skies, and the most sterile whites...
Are when looks are most deceiving and danger is most nigh.
May it's shroud of dank and dark surround us still.
We pray for storms.
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