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Apr 2014
I never remember being warned
About love just like a thunderstorm.
Abruptly, it strikes with excitement and fear,
But leaves as quickly as it came near.
Still you hear in your ears the thunder so loud,
So you search for its remnants in puddles and clouds.
Jordan Michael White
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Jordan Michael White  Midwest
(Midwest)   
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