For, Who I Know Not: Xvi
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Within me there may brew
A storm raving to show its rage
Within me there may be a volcano
Raving to erupt throwing me into
Vulnerability to face its fury
But one word from you
There no hurricane
Can ever touch me
But one word from you
There the volcano squashes
Though they may remain still within…
13oct2010
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