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Her Storm

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A storm within her
pomegranate lips.
Of love and betrayal,
The wind wisps away all
The traces of freedom.
Wash off the mud dear,
And tell no lies.
The secrets of ones
True heart,
But the husband blindly
Loves her still.





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