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Thunderstorm Shadows

I hear the sound
of rain drumming on the A/C
summer thunders rolling through the thick air
lightning flashing through the windows
illuminating my broken form
my bloody wrists
my tear-stained face
darkened by my running makeup
I'm nothing but a shadow
in my black attire
obscured by a cloud of misery



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