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On My Own

When you needed me,
I stood beside you.
Through the storms,
The fog,
When you soaked sunshine,
I, too, was warm.
The lightning struck,
This time, not for you,
But me.
Where were you?
The way I sent you.
Toward the end of a
Rainbow.
I will take this
Storm by surprise.
I will stay dry,
Without a coat.





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