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| There’s a thunderstorm written across the sky
in sepia ink
as if the clouds are on sensory overload
just like my heart
shadows seem to ask questions
as palm fronds race down the street
carried by braids of wind
just like my brain
with the sage brush of worry rolling through
I will swim through this day
though no lifeguards are in sight
knowing the stars will sparkle
down trails of tranquility
when the night falls
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