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A bluster of transcending obscurity became a moment of weakness. 
Saturated in a tempest of mourning, I sought out the perfect storm.
No violence could save my soul, no silence could whisper relief. 
Only time could release my fear, only clouds could give me ease. 
I ponder and squander, I search for comfort. I am dumbfounded by 
each bolt of lightning, I am disturbed by the roar of thunder. 
With each sanctified and holy attribute, I know not why I have 
fallen into the abyss of the pouring rain. I have searched for years, 
and found nothing but a cyclone of commotion. 
Love is not yet endured in my heart, 
my existence has been tampered with. 

Messy and confused she rises from the rising eastern sun with grace. 
She is flawed and faultless all in one. She sees me with wholeness, 
an absolute being, not the fractured and weak man that I am. 
For I was born with deficiencies, she was born a crazed hurricane with
a beautiful essence. 
She is naturally untidy with a smile to die for. She is a holy sin, and
I am in love with her kaleidoscope of personalities. 

I am nothing but a raging hurricane...
and she is my perfect storm. 



A Perfect Storm
October 4, 2017

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