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The Storm
She fidgets nervously Not making eye contact Tapping frantically Ready to react.
Made fragile from the storm She seeks something warm.
In his arms
She hopes to melt away Safe from harms.
His back shields the falling rain Capturing all the pain.
They kiss passionately In a mortal contract Linking delicately
No need to react.
-Garrett Reed
