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Sep 2015
When the lightning came,
I sat alone,
Hugged tight to my guitar.

When the lightning came,
I played alone,
And let the music drown the rain.

When the lighting came,
I sang alone,
Wrapped my throat in warm words.

When the lightning came,
I found alone,
The softest selfish lullaby.

When the lightning came,
I was alone,
Only if I fell silent.
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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