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there is a forecast brewing over the weeping landscape thunderous clouds pound the earth and bruised the cerulean sky into purple emphasis of pain the electricity rages and cracks the horizon the rain pelts in a single exhale as I ran away wait until the affection cedes then as the storm ascends pump your arms pull your lip over your teeth shut your eyes tight tight tight as the forecast will rage tonight yes it will, it will rage upon the terrains of your chest that inner specialness don't stop running, run run run run don't worry about the mascara or the ends of your shirt dig your fingernails into the betrayed flesh of your palms run run run run the storm raging upon you don't let it catch you never turn back what the hell were you doing there you know you are a ****** a creep, an unlabeled something a someone with no one don't worry about your shoes they fall, they always fall keep your head down and run as fast as you can bury the keys to your gates drop it in a well right now all you have to do is to protect yourself from those anguished memories the almost encounters and doubts the insecurities and fragmented hopes keep my head down right now, just escape
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
Whirlwind
there is a forecast brewing over the weeping landscape thunderous clouds pound the earth and bruised the cerulean sky into purple emphasis of pain the electricity rages and cracks the horizon the rain pelts in a single exhale as I ran away wait until the affection cedes then as the storm ascends pump your arms pull your lip over your teeth shut your eyes tight tight tight as the forecast will rage tonight yes it will, it will rage upon the terrains of your chest that inner specialness don't stop running, run run run run don't worry about the mascara or the ends of your shirt dig your fingernails into the betrayed flesh of your palms run run run run the storm raging upon you don't let it catch you never turn back what the hell were you doing there you know you are a ****** a creep, an unlabeled something a someone with no one don't worry about your shoes they fall, they always fall keep your head down and run as fast as you can bury the keys to your gates drop it in a well right now all you have to do is to protect yourself from those anguished memories the almost encounters and doubts the insecurities and fragmented hopes keep my head down right now, just escape
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
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