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East Wind Sep 2018
Are my words as dark as a stormy day's cloud?
Even gray clouds have feelings and emotions they hide
until they let loose and let it all pour out.
But I seem to be as blank as a white page...No. Better yet,
As a leaf caught underneath a rock with no escape
With a weight on my chest that can't be explained!

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