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Mar 2019
In every sky,
there are a plethora of clouds.
Waiting for their day to bring gloom.
In every cloud
there is a rainstorm
waiting to be released.
In every rainstorm
there are lightning and thunder
Colliding, Conflicting,
in a Convoluted confrontation.
But over our horizon,
there is a sun waiting to rise and illuminate
V liv
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