Joseph Taylor
such a whirlwind
a wild soul stuck in a person at war
with himself
and you were a token
because i, myself, am shattered
i love broken
something to fix
and distract
from my own mix
we pulled and pushed
until i broke down
and you felt something
almost
but not quite
she wanted something to work out
for once
but she was a shout
and he was not a whisper
and as quickly as it struck
their fire was blown out.
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