florence

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White Blank
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
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