If only

Contentment came naturally
Stillness wrapped fondly
Hope prolonged willingly
Atmosphere pregnant
Calm absorbed easily
When standing inside
Where storm chasers hide
Rush of alternate reality
In the epicentre
As chaos abounds
Words flung around
Presence resides
With you

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