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You are a volcano Spewing bitter ashes Your lips are scarred with blisters You choke on molten lava You are a tornado A black and angry funnel Touching down with vengeance Wreaking black destruction Every time I'm in your path You try to burn and break me Scorch my skin with accusations Annihilate my existence You clearly fail to understand That while you erupt and storm The things your wrath devours Are all inside of you You are a volcano You are a tornado You are my beloved child You are my force of nature I hope someday that you will find Refreshing rains and cooling breezes You are the maker of weather I am the eye of the storm.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
Volcano
You are a volcano Spewing bitter ashes Your lips are scarred with blisters You choke on molten lava You are a tornado A black and angry funnel Touching down with vengeance Wreaking black destruction Every time I'm in your path You try to burn and break me Scorch my skin with accusations Annihilate my existence You clearly fail to understand That while you erupt and storm The things your wrath devours Are all inside of you You are a volcano You are a tornado You are my beloved child You are my force of nature I hope someday that you will find Refreshing rains and cooling breezes You are the maker of weather I am the eye of the storm.
For Brendan
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
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