swallowing swarms of heavier storms
a friendly penchant to warn
lonesome lovers, forlorn
the cry of the torn
unheard in the morn
silent inside minds
and written between lines
secrets fit for spies
too cryptic to describe
but seen in subtle motions
of the hands and of the eyes
they duck and hide
while I
I swallow swarms of heavier storms
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