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eighteen


You weren’t storm, but hurricane

They’ll name them all after you now

Through my rose colored glasses

Your clenched fists looked like hands to hold

Your flags blood and fire red

I didnt care

All that mattered was your love

Our love

You weren’t embers, but dragon fire

You could never be contained

Burning through acres

In the same way you destroyed this


I tried to fix you

But some people are simply too broken

Some people are simply unfixable


You are simply too broken.

You are simply unfixable.

 
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