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Oct 2012
102212
I hear the quiet cry, inside a sleeping sigh
Whisper of toxic love
Promising to rise once again
“I will touch the sky
I am heaven’s fiery thrown”
Creating electric storms
You see the lightning grown.
wandabitch
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wandabitch  Promethea
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