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The storm comes with a thoughtless desire,
Peace as its predecessor,
And destruction as its intention
I lay awake that night, wondering –
Will I survive this storm?
This storm that has desecrated my very way of life,
Shaken the foundation that I held so dear -
This storm that will wither with time - could be the end.
It calls to me like a siren coaxing its next victim,
The wind plows, lightning crashes and then – Nothing
The light was never there – the storm didn’t exist.
A faint whisper catches my ear.
It’s all in your head…
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- whitejade13 - 12/26/2008
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- adurnarose - 11/26/2008
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