Tem Pest

I dug up a storm for you
And used the trade winds
To buckle your spine.
I syphoned the rains
From all the lands
And poured them down your neck.
I reached into every corner of every crack and abyss that furrows this planet
Just that you may answer me.
Do you care ? Do you?
But all you heard was a whistle. Felt a chill.
My tempest only made me ill.
(C) Slumpless

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