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She was ever so faithful to trouble

Seems chaos was her middle name

Always pointing the finger

Never once would she take the blame

Devoted to causing confusion

He knew not what she had in store

There was no peace around her

This shook him to his very core

Behind them, the city, in mayhem

Explosions, igniting the skies

She simply walks away again

Unconcerned, with its demise


February Writing Prompt: Steadfast Turmoil – Day 19/28

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