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Apr 2017
Lightning strikes twice,
Without rolling the dice,
And you pay the price.

It happened so fast,
A traumatic blast,
Causing overcast.

In the mist of rain,
Sparking pain,
Forcing a bloodstain.

At the end of the line,
Hope can shine,
Fighting for cloud nine.
Michael LoMonaco
Written by
Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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