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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

The clouds above I cannot see.
The rain falling down I cannot feel.
I keep dry through this storm.
I can taste the cold wind,
And I can smell the ashes.
They're spread across these four walls.

What I cannot see hides the sun.
What I cannot feel soaks me to the core.
And it is the wind that provoked the fire,
But the rain that created the ashes.
And it is my hand that spread the ashes.

This the walls will never forget.