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Sep 2010
beside you in this perfect storm
the rain won’t fall but floats
a box of marbles lost in space
lightning frozen like cracks in glass
we cannot breathe for fear
it will all crash down around us
so we suffocate to the sounds of
endless thunder and wonder
if this is how it was supposed to be
Written by
andrea bush
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