(?:H:20:12:00|09.5.10:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter
She reminds me of the rain...
Of the lightning...
Of the thunder...
Electricity strikes me when she speaks,
Water drowns me when she sings,
Wind buffets me when she moves...
The cliff is red with iron...
The juniper trees sway,
Sand stings my eyes,
The dark clouds roll in...
The sun is blotted out from the sky...
I am ready to jump.
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