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The Storm

..could bar the doors and windows if this place had sheltered space..

..until you master the turns you still need the breaks..

..interconnected nervous systems go into shock
over something as wild as my oldly intervaled anomaly..

..the story you tell yourself to manifest the art..

..in your arms is a space I’ll always long for..

..nothing else supplies my purpose more than having him there..

..silence steals the air between us engulfing the space entirely..

..I wanna bring to light all the pain and the doubt you dismiss..

..and on the ground she lies in imperfect pieces of glass..

..now I crave a love that limitless and a devotion that strong..