Her Thunder

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Black skies roll in
The storm is coming
No way to turn around
Lost a sea of noise
It is here
I can’t break free
Her crazy chaos blinds me
What can I do?
I move around
Loosening her grip
It’s dying off by now
She fades away
Black skies begin rolling away





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