The False Alarm
She has to be the centre.
She can't go unseen.
The floors and windows shake wherever she strolls.
She acts troubled
But I see no scars,
Not figuratively,
Nor literally.
The spotlight seeker.
Making storms when her seas were calm,
Others live in storms and die trying to tame them.
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