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Tonight brews a storm calm and slow
She is silent as thoughts torture her so
Clouds of memories drift before her eyes
Bolts of anger flash his curses and lies
At an hour when lovers often create
She desires not the touch of any mate
Her heart thunders but not a tear drops
Her spirit will not break till the storm stops


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