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Home I am in the midst of a storm, leaves slapping at me, soaked and frightened, looking for a path I do not want to run to you You with your thick blanket and outstretched arms, promising safety and warmth I want to run like a wild, demented thing, incoherent, through the storm like fiery lightning strikes the trees and makes them tremble and combust like thunder growls, primal and naked I am in the midst of the storm, wide-eyed, wondrous home