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She starts as a slow, Wind far down below. Sedate, benign and completely routine. But then, propelled by the heat, Rises and rises in rage, And gathers into A storm, Intractable.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
The Storm
She starts as a slow, Wind far down below. Sedate, benign and completely routine. But then, propelled by the heat, Rises and rises in rage, And gathers into A storm, Intractable.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
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