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Jun 2013
Her hair curled
wiping like the wind.
Her eyes were the night sky
lite up
with the pulse of lightening.
Her heat beat to the thunder.
She danced along the sky line,
cloudy storm eyes crying
for the flowers begging for rain,
for her heart crying out in pain.
You touch her skin
and its as electric
as lightening.
But she fades just as fast.
Leaving you with only the sound of her thunder laugh.
As she fades off into the distance
blowing away with the wind.
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   Emma S and ---
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