Gracing Whirlwinds
You've got to put down your storm
before you can lay grace to mine.
Two hurricanes colliding
do not negate each other.
It doubles their strength and size...
A flesh-ripping category five-plus.
Almost nothing will be left behind
but a pair of ruby slippers
and splintered hearts on the pyre.
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