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Storm PersonifiedTo roar and wrestle and hit and bite! / My joy brings deadly, dangerous light. / To roll and glide and spin and shout!
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Absence of VirtueStyle / Texture / Shape
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Stop to Smell the FlowersI wish the blur of brightened days / Would stop and let me smell the flowers / But dragged away and forced to rush
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Locked OutIn absence, / A lost key is only / A catastrophe,
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Mentally ConflictedLost? No, wandering. / Alone? No, independent. / Afraid? Undoubtedly.
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Prowess and PariahTwo siblings walk, hand in hand, / Shoulder to shoulder, / their footsteps paving grass and stone
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Picture UnbrokenTo watch from below, / life expanding in every direction. / I walk down a path of stone and soil,
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Ghost TownBring the country side to me / Fill every wish, every plea. / Curl me up and take me in.
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Chosen SideBorn and brewing on the road / A choice on me has been bestowed / To grant one side my presence there
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In the Story's EndWhere do you take a story? / To the deep and dusty dungeons filled with rubble ridden cages? / Or to the telescope of fame that starts with talent, strength and stages?
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