Love is the wind of my storm. I am the eye; calm, still, untouched. Surrounded, and yet breathed upon by no wind. It is gone in an instant, Leaving only destruction, And me; alone, desolate, removed.
Reason for writing:
I couldn't go to sleep until I had put it on paper.
Birth sign: Virgo
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