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…”He wanted storms from me”…

You will hear the thunder and will remember me,
And will think: "He wanted storms from me" 
The rim of the sky will be hard crimson,
And your heart will be on fire.

One comment on “…”He wanted storms from me”…

  1. To match your passion for a new world.

    Some lovely, intriguing and provocative work on your site Abraham.

    That hanging cig/smoke invokes the ‘real’ journalists indifference to personal pain.🙂

    I have been known to be wrong.

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