Explosions in the Distance
Grit your teeth little flygirl.
Bottle all that anger up.
There'll come a day where our enemies will be swarmed by our army of butterflies.
But that day isn't today.
Keep it all in, turn your knuckles white.
Our revenge will come, someday.
It will come and they'll all burn in a beautiful crimson hellfire.
Steel your blade little flygirl.
All will be over soon.
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Hi, I'm Strella. I'm an aspiring poet usually writing about these thoughts and feeling I can't control. Oh, and I'm a transgirl, I guess I should've started with that but oh well. That's essentially me, I hope you enjoy my poems!
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