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The Lost Umbrella

You have umbrellaed me.

Protected me from rainy days.

You have kept me safe for a while— I thought it would stay.

As I hid under you, the canopy eventually flew away.

All these times feeling free.

I never thought the flood would knock my umbrella away.

I wait everyday for it to return.

I know it may have gone far and look for any sign of its presence.

I feel weak.

Without it, I feel a burn.



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