Storm 2

Poetry, I amA thousand star-lit nightmares A million broken dreams An overzealous play with emotions A shattered bleeding heartPoetry, I am
Bombs going off into the night Stabbing you like a midnight knife fight Sweet revenge, oh, sweet revenge Blissful sorrows vent
Ambiguous kisses in front of broken headlights Candles going out into the dark Every single word in these letters Passions abound
Poetry, I am
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BURN for me, baby.
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The line between ephemeral and cannon is a mere contour in your underpants.
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Please spay or neuter your pets!
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TODAY'S FORECAST: Holes in clouds are minutes passing.
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choose anew, please evolve, take flight
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