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Jul 2011
Outside beneath the storm
I see clouds taking shape into hands.

These god like masses
I stare at in awe.

Please reach down
Help me up off the ground

Carry me away
And carry me away.
Andrew
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Andrew  35/M/North Carolina
(35/M/North Carolina)   
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