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Mar 2018
Warm in your arms,
And walking on air.

The clouds formed a path and led me home.

When I got there,
The clouds twisted,
And I was no longer floating,
But falling.

Shouting of the heavy wind,
Red raindrops,
Thundering bass.

Not even music can save me from this storm.
Just venting,,,,
Lee Matvey
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Lee Matvey  17/Cisgender Female/Hurricane, WV
(17/Cisgender Female/Hurricane, WV)   
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