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http://www.epilogue.net/art/28908-the-storms-tornado

The hallway between us, tornado alley,

It feels as if there are magnets behind our eyes,

Pulling us towards a cyclone orbit,

If I could count your pennies,

They might add up and cancel out the bass drum heartbeat that leaves me breathless,

But for now, I brush lips against wind,

Breathe in the breeze, trusting that the storm will pass.

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