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VulnerableMy body yearns to be let loose from its confinesMy heart yearns to be free from behind bars of stormy cloudsShe reaches out for rainRain and its cool aftermath. TachycardiaMy heart races anxiouslyMy mind goes into senescence pulling my heart on its threadytrail but there ! It snapsShe’s on fire ! she reaches out for rain. BarricadedTwo separate worlds. Life from my spirit strives to perfuse thebarricade ,the other side is stony dull – my soulShe’s sucked into a whorl…