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Apr 14
It hurts when the darkness takes over.
After that, it hurts no more.
Dead before the storm is felt then on.
It continues on and on.

The storm is supposed to arrive but
prolonged silence is “not” heard.
It fears something inevitable.
What’s nagging is the unknown.

When the storm does not arrive at all,
the dead before it persists.
It stays there, asking about the storm.
I sigh- “It did not arrive at all.”
Rollercoaster
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Rollercoaster  14/M/belongs to the rain
(14/M/belongs to the rain)   
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     ryn, Naceur Ben Mesbah, not a prognosis and Joey
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