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T.R.

T.R.

Thunderspark

I felt it that day
And not hard to say
I could never see
But felt right away
 
I felt it a bit
I never saw it
But she it could be
Lights everywhere lit
 
I felt it a ton
As if by a gun
Of red lip of key
And I didn’t run
 
I felt breaking day
And as I was clay
It formed last of me
And rest burnt away

(2013)

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