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Must 
By Jonathan C., Hingham, MA
Sometimes, dark clouds
blacken sky, torrents follow.
The lightning
cuts me in two,
thunder,
small pieces,
my heart splinters.
Rain drops
slowly; then, all at once,
drenching me.
I grab the window,
my muscles tensing
try to slam the glass shut,
already closed.
Some rain must always come in.
Rain is forever.
I must not forget. The Sun.
Always hidden behind clouds.
The Sun.










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