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Dec 2016
And then there's us.

I am the burning smoke,
I am the flames.
You are the cold winds,
You are the rain.

We are an old castle built upon stable ground,
We are the spark of the storm,
We are the combustion of the oxygen,
We are the scars that trail up my arms
Like footprints,
We are the footprints that trail through your mind
Like scars.

We are built from lessons
Upon lessons
Of fleeting people
And fleeting reminders.

We are learning from mistakes
And bettering each other.

We are learning to live,
Learning to breathe.

We are knowing what love is,
Upon single glances.

We are laughter
And love
And pain upon memories
And tears upon pain
And more laughter.

We are we are we are
storm siren
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