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Apr 2016
Warm hands
Barely touching
On top of freedom land
Flaming fire in the water
He is willing to burn up
She is cooling down
Conjuring chaos
Controlled reaction
Tangled mess of thoughts
Carve out of beautiful words
They are like wind and sea
Buried mass of emotions
Rubble left after strom
A torpedo half explode
Craziness of chaos emalgumated concretely with blazing head.
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