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The thunder outside seems to mimic

the echo in my heart... that

sad, still

echo, I beg to go away...

 

I feel it will always thunder in here.

Until you fill the empty space

again;  I wish

you had never gone...

 

But still, I know...

When you return you will fill

the void,

more so, than you did

before.  Before the storm...

 

Before the light

inside my head, began

to flicker; Lightning —

to accompany the thunder...

The rain, yes.

I am certain

that the wind outside mimics

my mood...

 

My withering state

of mind.

 

Oh, let it echo!  And I —

I will be whole again,

when this season

of thunder-storm ends...

 

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