imperfect storm

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you were like a flash of lightning
brilliant
and stunning
and dangerous
and most importantly
you left as quickly as you came
i suppose that makes me
the thunder
that continues to weep
and rumble profanities
after you have left
only to be struck by you
again and again
and left in the same melancholy state

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