A Late Summer's Night
I can feel myself burning
Bright,
in a late summer's night.
I feel the chilling breeze against
My face,
and yet...
I burn, Burn, Burn!
Burning bright; in a late summer's night.
a Raindrop touched my,
desolate hand,
and boiled from my Unforgiving heart.
Then, as if he Himself wanted to
torture me!
The rain poured and reminded me...
I'm a monster.
-Peter H.
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