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Emily Brooklyn Dec 2014
The storm in me
The lightning in the heart
Always there, like the sea
Just like an art

Always raging
Never stopping
And never ageing
Constantly blocking

I can only see the light
With the love of a friend
And then it will no longer be night
And never to end

And finally the storm has ceased
And I will be free from the chains of the storm inside me
Because it has gone off into the east
And I am no longer in its keep
My poems aren't that great...

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