You came like the mistral
Sweeping me away
In your strong winds.
My heart was blown a-flutter.
But you were hungry for more,
And you left,
Like a tornado,
Destroyed everything,
Leaving everything broken.
I was left to pick up the broken-ness,
You did not carry me away.
You had moved on to the next town,
Doing the thing you do best,
Leaving things broken.
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