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Watching The Storm
Watching the storm break
Reminds me of some
Of the people you meet,
You know the kind
You would swear
Were the offshoot
Of a drunken pairing
Of a bully and a bitch,
But then the safety
Valve in the mind
Kicks in,
Rolling
out
Thoughts of you,
So near, so far,
Sort of like,
Almost blue.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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