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*There was something wild in her Something corrupted Something destructive I often wondered if there was a fighter plane soaring high in her skies Fighting to defend something precious. There was something wild in her Something loud Something overwhelming I observed her in her calmest state and watched as she demanded power from the others But in the most manipulative way, where you would never know it was a command. There was something wild in her Something loving Something passionate I was blessed to lay with her from time to time. I wanted her heart for all of these reasons, But she was too wild for anyone.*
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Wild One
*There was something wild in her Something corrupted Something destructive I often wondered if there was a fighter plane soaring high in her skies Fighting to defend something precious. There was something wild in her Something loud Something overwhelming I observed her in her calmest state and watched as she demanded power from the others But in the most manipulative way, where you would never know it was a command. There was something wild in her Something loving Something passionate I was blessed to lay with her from time to time. I wanted her heart for all of these reasons, But she was too wild for anyone.*
It just came to me..
#love#war#passion#power#wild
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
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