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The wooden bed creaked as I turn
The sleep of my brother was wacky
The heavy hand landed on my face with its majesty
He snored and talked under a groaning voice

I fought on all odds but could find no sleep
A dark pitch clouds hanged menacingly over our village
The pregnant cloud finally gave birth to a stormy rain
The thunder could be heard from a very close distance
The lighting could be seen piercing through the window spacing

A cold chill run through my spine in disarray
Very scared I was but brimming in determination to find sleep

A voice called to my back as I wrestle 
A cold soft voice with a sound like a whistle
My feet felt cold and hands began to shiver
I tremble as I looked into her eyes in fears
It was the last time I will ever see her tears 

She was slim and 5.5 feet tall and very intelligent
Our meeting was rather simple but very sweet 
It was fill with love, friendship, so colourful
6.5 feet I am though, the hug was meaningful
Let go off me she said looking so tearful
I would if I could I said feeling so sorrowful

Her face, very cute finely molded and gently beautiful
Her nose, beautifully crafted and accurately positioned 
Her eyes, so perfectly laced looking sparklingly charming
Her hair, shiningly dangles behind her as she moves 
Her lips, my brother don’t bother to wither any further
For they are the descriptions you will wander in farther
To Be continued…

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