My clothes are tattered and the fringes are torn
They are charred and wet from weathering the storm
I see my self briefly with each flash of light
But im reddened by the hue of this fiery night.
The wind is hot in this tepid wasteland.
The rain drops sizzle around me where I stand.
My eyes are focused on seeing my breath
As it extends upwards as expands my chest.
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