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May 2016
Lightening whispers
and thunder cracks
I don't know the resonance of
black

the rain chit-chats
and the rivers sing
I do not hear a voice in
spring

I am silent
and you're outspoken
I don't remember a sound called
heartbroken.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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