On the days
when even
the sun
has grown
dim,
when the
clouds paint
the sky
gray,
and shadows
threaten
with open
mouths,
I will
be there,
too.
When you
cannot
block out
the thunder
of your
thoughts,
and the
lightening scars
do little more
than scare,
beloved,
I will
still be
there.
When you
cannot
block out
the thunder
of your
thoughts,
and the
lightening scars
do little more
than scare,
beloved,
I will
still be
there.
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