I beat
Black shades hinder my ways.
I beg
For that brumal rains.
As a shelter
I leg
To far netty sheds,
I rag
You out of my scales
I bet
We're gripped and blase.
It released,
Hope never comes
From those
Who are faint scars.
I beat
The sound
Of raindrops
As arrows,
They scatter my bound
Exploding my lowers.
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