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Jan 2013
The night was
Our curtain

As I moved for
The kiss

With the rain as
Our walls

And the thunder
Our passion

                                                        ­                   The instant then passed by
                                                              ­                  Like the lightning so
                                                              ­                             Mute

                                                           ­              And the storm must carry on
                                                              ­                  But for now it bears
                                                           ­                                  fruit
I wrote this over two years after the event occurred. I picture a much different girl and different setting now.
Thomas Lundberg
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Thomas Lundberg  Iowa
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