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She felt her heart shatter and slice apart her soul with razor sharp fragments, and she gasped, bringing in helpless lung fulls of air, as her soul drifted away on the breeze as though it was nothing more than the seeds of a dandelion. She was torn, broken, Nothing more than a husk of ruined beauty, Collapsed in the dirt and rain. A shadow of a former self.
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She was like a storm,
Wild and unrelenting in her beauty.
And fierce in a way that calmed only those brave enough to stand in her wrath.
To experience her was to turn your face to the rain
And worship the very ground where it fell.
For many feel the pull of the tempest,
But only some upturn their faces to the sky.
In the hope of one fleeting moment,
That is her.
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