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May 2015
a single drop of rain
gently escapes
from my eyes.

and the thought of you
stirs up the storm inside me.
my eyes take shelter and put up their guards
so that you won't be able to see what's inside
(not like you'd take the time to search them anyways).

don't let them come, don't let them come, don't let them come.
build the floodgates higher.
don't let them come, don't let them come, don't let them come.
stop the thoughts dead in their tracks.

because if i don't
it will flood and it will pour-
the storm of my heart,
the storm of my soul.
Margo May
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Margo May  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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