florence
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Born in the wake of the storm,
she was nurtured by its water
and punished with thunder
and inherited its temper,
striking the innocent
and looming with darkness.
Out of control,
Looking up, as he looks off into the distance
Seeing a giant I cannot
His eyes stare ahead and not down at me
But I feel them seeing through
All the strength and informality
The facade that's a decade old