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somthing bordering on terrible and incredible

In her eyes there is a tempest,

eager to demolish and replenish.

In her mind she is a temptress,

destroying the things fixes.

Be still and long for peace.

in time your blight will cease.

Trust my dear that hope is near.

And abolish the things you fear.

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  • randomthoughts
    November 27, 2008
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    I like it but i dont understand where you are going with it

    language: 2, rhythm: 4, subject: 2, tone: 2, form: 2.