The heavy raindrops thud,forcing us to take cover,
The hulking explicit music bangs through the speaker,
Through the heavy jumps and sounds,some go mad,
But I find the stillness,inhale exhale,
I find the silence beneath every sound,
The cold wind brushing my skin all around.
I stand ten toes,
Being where my feet are,
Thanking God for another chance of being alive.
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An interesting interlude between two parts not told (beginning and end) A most interesting piece
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