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Jun 2015
You and I are the ones who have too many secrets to keep,
so we share the weight and share the stories.
We sit with our fingers and hearts crossed,
wishing for a tornado
because we both find something oddly comforting about power-outages,
something undeniably enticing about city ruins.
I can smell the storm coming,
there is blood in the air.
Let this be the end of me and you.
Maria
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Maria  U.S.
(U.S.)   
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   N Paul, KC and Davy
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