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The door slams as tempest brews,
venomous words again he strews.
For lack of love in darkness grows,
heart will reap what it sows.
Forcast full of doom and gloom,
as a coldness fills the room.
Turbulence has gone to far,
mid pressures of low millibar.
Voices rage in high velocity,
stronger becomes the animosity.
Fevered pitch like ocean swell,
stuck here in this night of hell.
No ending seen, no where in sight.
tempest blows, becomes our plight.
Calm has drifted too far away,
to turn the tide and make me stay.