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Downpour

On the horizon,

Comes a dream of a future,

That may wash away the present,

Where no matter how bright the day,

I remain adamant for the dark;

That could softly approach,

Or around me manifest,

With familiar cold hands,

To smother the worries,

Of a moment that was once the future,

Upon the last horizon.

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