The Pink Storm

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The wind forces the trees to bend

as the storm sets in,

as the lightning illuminates

the  hopeless night.

 

The news has spread-

it's not the only thing-

the storm is growing,

spreading,

leaving only destruction in its path.

 

The thunder

cracks, as the

weight

of the weather

tries to break me

 down.

But I am strong. 

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