Quiet as a wayward wirlwind
She did her best to keep the tears froms breaking their levees.
They resorted to sparkling behind her pupils like stars
Behind a bloodshot moon
And right then, I knew
That pain was ingrained into the nature of love.
Her husband was stretched across a high railed hospital bed hours away from a serious surgery
And in 408, There was a calm with a katrina waiting outside the door...
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