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You feel puzzled
By these sudden eruptions
Of anger clouding blue skies
Rainstorms coming from nowhere
Trembling hands covering tearful eyes
You protest, you advance, you recoil
Your movements get lost in the sweep
Of fronts made of clashing desires
Of the soft consolations I seek
You approach to offer us shelter
From the roughness of summer storms
Cupped hands hold the flow of emotions
Gentle kisses stop the torrent of words.
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