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The Storm

The storm came
Suddenly,
Powerfully,
Breaking all
In its path.

And silence.

Countennance
Srained with
Indelible
Grimace as
Tracers and bullets
Flew from the
Gaping face.

Relieved
Was she.

That ruins left
By the storm
Were, simply,
Of words
That shattered
Not only her calm
But also
His.