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The waves tossed about in her soul while I drifted perilously in the deluge all the while wondering what monsters swam below. With thunder in her voice and lightning in her eyes I knew that the blood of the gods still pumped through her veins, but I was still just a man adrift. I longed to calm her tempest, but I wanted it to rage just as bad. Her lips were salty and solid, and gave no hint of the hurricane within. She was a storm destined to be wild.
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
The Hurricane Within
The waves tossed about in her soul while I drifted perilously in the deluge all the while wondering what monsters swam below. With thunder in her voice and lightning in her eyes I knew that the blood of the gods still pumped through her veins, but I was still just a man adrift. I longed to calm her tempest, but I wanted it to rage just as bad. Her lips were salty and solid, and gave no hint of the hurricane within. She was a storm destined to be wild.
matthew-berkshire
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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