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Sep 2024
The storm that once
overtook my soul ceases,
a soft zephyr taking its place.

I gaze above as the Sun
reaches its zenith;
away from all the chaos
I yearn to leave behind.

All that could be heard now,
were the echoes of blazing thunder,
blurred into the faded hums
of a lullaby I once cherished.
Would closing my eyes urge the rain to continue pouring?
Sora
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Sora  14/F/Home.
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