Storm

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The pitter-patter
The mud
The playing of the drums
The crashing of the cymbals

Doors slamming
Voices raised
Things breaking
Tears staining
Hearts breaking
White flags raised

Guardian with its angel
Soaked to the bone
Angel's eyes irritated
Both close together
Trying to be fixed

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