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he was a hurricane and i
was a tightrope walker, 
dancing on the edge of a knife
in the midst of 
his storm.
and 
    as the wind and the waves crashed
around me, i tried to ignore
the danger
    until it threatened to drown me;
i felt the salt of my tears
and the salt of his tears
grace my tongue
mixed with the water from the storm,
and it made me feel
desperate.
     i saw the danger.
i ceased my dancing,
i ceased my singing, and
i let the storm take me,
falling to
the depths 
of the ocean--
of our storm.

--4.18.18