Trapped in a mind;
is it mine: is it yours?
A cloud of words
when open it pours.
No shelter or sunshine
to weather this storm.
Completely normal;
or outside the norm?
Forms like a tornado
spinning out of control.
F 5 intensity
at the core of a soul.
Abruptly chaos ends
revealing tattered path.
Leaving all in her wake
victims of Poetic Wrath.
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