If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Wake-up Call

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Monday, January 7, 2008

Wake-up Call

Outside the storm beckons all dreamers from sleep and the thunder calls on the rain awakening those with promises to keep, flashes of light reflect in glazed eyes for they know the wrath is a comin’ with hardly any warnin’ and very little disguise. Sign in to see full entry.

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