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    How is this free verse I made?

    I beg to the sky. Don't cry, don't cry. Drops have yet to fall as the rumble echos on and on through me. A forest I am, so dark, so wild. In the mildest of manners I wait for your sorrow. My trees bend, you have lingered far to long. Cry, oh cry sky, or go away. Cease to survive or break...
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