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The rain falls in drumbeats

And too soon the thunder

Crawls underneath my skin.

The lightning strikes pictures of you

In every dark lit dead end of my mind. 

Fragments of flashbacks stun me.

A boy -

A soul -

A hazy memory

Sweeping by my eyes 

And collecting like dust in the corners.

Things said,

Things unspoken,

Things unmeant

But felt regardless 

And taken to heart. 

A breath in the storm 

Whispers in his voice

Where we fell apart.

The rain falls in drumbeats

So I hum a sweet little tune

For I want to keep the summer days.

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