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Rising Storm

The wind picks up
and my mind slows down

a flag flaps in the breeze
and I stand motionless

a clap of thunder echos across the sky
and my lips are pursed in silence

I feel the first raindrop
and you turn from me for the last time

The storm breaks
and so do I

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