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The Storm by L. M. Montes

Shadows rise when thunders rumble,
decimating me till I crumble,
carry me, I ask,
to safety, which I lack,
so that I may not tumble.

Alas the lightning strikes,
brightening life I do not like,
at times, it’s bad,
and even, so sad,
but I remain upright.


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