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White I witnessed a tempest, Its beauty was stri

White 
I witnessed a tempest, 
Its beauty was striking, 
A sight I couldn't resist. 
I knew I couldn't master it, 
Yet I moved toward it, 
Drawn in despite the danger.

I couldn't predict its rage, 
Who it would spare, 
Whom it would ruin. 
I couldn't look away, 
I just kept moving.

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