once the lights get dim and everything is quiet and the phone stops ringing and the voices become hushed and my pen stops and my books are closed and my body rests and the night is calm then my thoughts wander then my thoughts pick up speed then race so fast i can't keep up with the one hundred mile an hour gusts
and no matter where it starts it always goes to the same place no
matter where the storm starts it always ends in the same place
and i don't know how a tornado can keep striking in the same place
why it always touches down in the same place no matter where the
winds begin they always end in the same place when the night is
calm and my body rests and the voices hush and
everything is quiet it always touches down
in the same spot and my mind wanders
and the winds blow and my
thoughts race and that is
more dangerous
than any
storm.
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