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Oct 2015
I used to think it was strange
that we became estranged
It burned me up internally 
that we weren't friends eternally
I somehow didn't understand
that we held destruction in our hands

Leaky roofs and faulty wires
tend to cause house fires
and, sister, we burned them all
so, it's no surprise we had to fall

Our laughter was a siren's song
Banshees wailed all night long
With my lightning and your rain 
we became a sunny day's bane

I was naive to think before
the world could stand our perfect storm
blegh. i hope i didnt mess anything up. rhyming is hard and editing is boring.
Campbell Pennington
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Campbell Pennington  28/F/here & there & gone again
(28/F/here & there & gone again)   
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