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There are tempests that donnot take place on the oceans ...but in intimate
seas... See through the eye of the frightened maiden
Made in while like a twighlight of sort
Short tho, They will wash out the calm english weather
Wether in morning dawn or in crepuscule bed
But when bent softly, intwined in the lover's limbs
Limping through the incidents of souls
Moulds solely of trifle scares