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Oct 2021
Your choppy waves slam me onto rocky shores.
Your droughts dry even the wettest of forests.
Your wind wipes away the strongest of trees.
Your fury leaves nothing but scorched earth in its wake,
Where nothing can grow back.

It leaves my heart in two.
That's why I just can't be with
You.
Phantom647
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Phantom647  25/M/Washington, DC
(25/M/Washington, DC)   
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