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Dear TropicalSnowstorm,

Tell me of the Devil's tale,
the one where the sky once fell in love
with the depths of the ocean floor.
Deep in love, they smuggled their passion
between the Atlantic and the Gulf.
--Ignoring the Caribbean.

Bermuda with her jealousy;
watched in hush motion, silencing
the currents playful rhythm below.
She then called to the cumulonimbus clouds
blanketing the east.

The depths rumbled with disapproval
knocking on the chamber doors awakening
the big brother, tectonic plates.
Shifting that dented the ocean floor, blowing
iced kisses to the vibrant sky.

Each kiss began to rupture upon transitioning
through the depths.
The wind raging while the sea cast vulgarities to the GODS.
In an uproar, the clouds tensed up with rupturing cymbals
dancing through the vast grey hues.

--Bolts of violet clashed the atmosphere.

It is said that San Juan moonlights the Tropic of Cancer
from an impressive five hundred and fifty three
kilometers away. Creating a small window of safe passage
to the triangular lovers.

Ripples sway and pounce atop the roaring sea
sending a cascading swirl towards the Gulf.
Disaster winds plummet the Gulf
as [the sky bows her mourning face] towards the sea,
her tear drops flooding the abyss evermore.

She is caught up
.In his
TropicalSnowstorm.









































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