Misunderstood storm
A chaotic storm
-the most dangerous whirlwind,
I devastate everything in my path,
leave no stone unturned.
and then it is morning
-and everyone comes out
to assess the damage,
and everything is neater
than when I first breathed
my sorrowful, powerful breath
on this town.
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