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by Iola May 20, 2008 category : Life, society / other
There is a thunder A pounding rumbling against my heart Oh what a cruel blunder The day when we got torn apart Slamming me with velocity Forcefully ripping me in two Intoxicated by what has been thrown at me Benign at what I should do Potently crashing into a spiral My head bumping against a wall Grasping for all that is anti-viral Unable to give you my all Foundations shaken into nothings Lying dead beneath a lit-up sky Tightening up my heart's cucuff-links Too drenched to even try