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Aug 2013
I just discovered my body in the clouds
Dripping like the rain
Similar to when I found myself in you
Right before you changed
Then thunder struck
But my body could never shake
Even though your fingertips were my personal earthquake
The sky grew black
Just to paint my skin
My stomach began to swirl and I became destructive
A tornado,
but I did not destroy us.
Janay Moore
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Janay Moore  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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