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Mar 2018
I don’t fear the rain.
I fear the storm.
The lightning that shock and burn.
The water that wets and soaks.
The wind that blows away all the things.
And most importantly,
The thunder that wakes up every dark being,
Including me.
Ironically,
I fear what makes me alive.
Sarol Hache
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Sarol Hache  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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