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Storm II
Darkness shrieks and crashes
and the waves are restless
The devil's been after me I swear
And now possessed I tell my last tale
You were my obsession -like breathing air
There was no choice. I wished there were
you see, I'm not myself -the mirror lies
Turned foolish poet ranting in vain
when fresh winds forewarn of new tides
I've lost my compass, both anchor and chain
My sails are tattered, the rudder's gone
yet I fear this storm has only just begun...
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