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Now,
with every storm,
I think of you.
My heart,
beating,
to the thunder.
My world,
shining,
with each lightning bolt.
The rain drops,
kissing me,
as if,
I was being kissed by you.
And I smiil,
feeling at home.
Surrounded by you.

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