The feeling came late, like weeds through the concrete
The smell of the rain rose, like mist, in the air
The deafening sound, like soldiers marching feet
The sight of the storm was beyond compare
The bittersweet taste of your lips as you kissed me, softened the blow, the day you set me free
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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