facing the tempest

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the turmoil you bring with you,

a tornado standing on two legs,

the rain's sour cries.

nothing lands without echo,

no calamity goes untouched.

even if it is a scraped knee or a little frayed heart.

i want you to know that i see you,

i want you to know that i am not afraid of your storms.




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