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Mar 2010
And her heart ceased beating
at the mere suggestion of him
Her breath grew quick and short

The thought of him rolled through her
like the thunder that crashed
like the rain that poured

And she wondered how he could not hear her cries
all those miles away
Copyright Ellen Elizabeth Farris 2010- From Where I Find You
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