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Aug 2014
You were electricity running through my veins
but the power lines broke
now I'm left in the rain;
soaked,
with only the sound of thunderstorms
around,
with you nowhere to be found.

[ARH]
Alberto Ruiz
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Alberto Ruiz
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   L, nat and anna
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