She was chaos
running amok with shattered dreams
painting red the grounds whereupon she stood
Meanwhile, he was the calm
who came quietly
and sang his blues

He lulled her
stoking the weakest parts of her
binding her feet but giving her wings
so she could stop running
and start flying
While she put him in a frenzy
causing his waters to spill over
awakening the storm
that lay dormant
beneath that seasoned calm

They found in each other the unturned key
Together they became harmony

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