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May 2016
My taste buds are dying
As I try to feed my palate
Nothing is freeing my eyesight
I'm as blind as can be
So hellish from my dreams

From the North comes a storm
The lightning is striking out in the distance
The thunder banging loud like drums
And there still isn't a sign of you coming home

I can't feel you anymore
My touch has gone to waste
I am perplexed
I grab hold in haste

Deafening sounds fill my ears
The silence is so hard to break
I'm not sure what is clear
I am lost for words
everything was at stake
But now all is flashing goodbye
Like the lightning in the sky
The sound of laughter no more
Like the sound of thunder
Once there
Then fading as I close this door
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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