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There is a tenuous tranquility settled over my heart
Like the thick stillness holding onto quiet as a storm rumbles in the
Sheets of soothing rain sailing through the sky,
The air must pour forth and speak before the rains.
What it carries is a burden.
I must let go.
You are the storm.
What has blown over before without event
Has returned to douse with lightning,
A persevering tingle entrancing me.
I am the air.
What I carry is a burden.
I must speak true.
You have arrived,
Winds that stir me, Rains that soothe me,
You are the storm.


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