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Apr 2020
I spend the night trying to run from the storm
wrapping its arms around this town

but its roar
the thought of her

too intrusive too raging too electric

her rain softens the earth around my naked heart
the one I buried just for her

I lie awake stuck at 9, 894  
being unearthed is painful

I argue with the storm
until I realize there's no outrunning myself
Revision. The original (first/second) draft reads:

I spent the night
trying to run
from the storm
wrapping its arms
around this town

but its roar
was too intrusive
and the thought of her
is too raging too electric
for my naked
heart.

The one I placed
at the center
of this downpour.
Eva B
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