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Jun 2014
I once again found myself intrigued by the ominous darkness.
Your roar cracked the skies but your growls enticed me.
You lashed out, ribbons of plasma sent fluttering through the clouds.
I watched as every little spark scattered into aether
I listened as you sang, I watched as you danced, I laid awake as you wept.
So strong yet so fragile.
Finite and fascinating.
Chaotic.
Serene.
You are the eye of my storm.
Written by
Chris Myrick  Kent
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