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Alone in a Storm
Pebble
dash dreams
rattle
the window
sheet
rain slashes
the
inky mire.
I
lie in my clay house,
my
safe house,
still
awake,
and
yearn,
as
the storm prowls
the
walls,
yearn
for his company
like
a stove yearns a flame
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