The Coming Storm

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I am a force swirling inside
But I am not cyclone nor thunder
I am rage, I am anger
Uncontrollable, Unstoppable

I coaxed you
To take me deep into your heart
Until you are conquered
poisoning your mind

You are now the coming storm
Formed not of the weather
But the burning sense of trying
To Soothe this perceived slight

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