Now We'Re Gone Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Now We'Re Gone



The storm brews,
(I can't hold this in,)
a viscious wind,
(you turn your back,)
these tree's sway,
(I need you now,)
crashing down,
(you don't know how,)
on top of me,
(please help me,)
now I'm gone.
(now she's gone.)

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Isaak DeMaio

Isaak DeMaio

Buffalo, New York
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