i've become overcast

May 27, 2010
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the thunderstorm above my head brings
serenity to my wounded mind but i'm alone
in my respect for the emotion above me;
nothing is unwanted if someone takes
comfort beneath it;
i stare up at the weary sky and whisper,
'it's okay to be weeping.'





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