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Stormclouds

In storm cloud skies
Fraught with lightning
There was no instance for goodbye.

Lightning struck
And I spiraled into the palm of
The invisible hand
That snatched my soul from the black abyss.

And I can't let go
Of memories, like fleeting dreams.
I want to escape,
But I can't escape what I have locked away.

And now,
Now I've been lowered
Back down onto earth.
But part of my mind is still caught
In turbulent black clouds.



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