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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
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