Trembling With Purpose
Trembling with purpose.
She’s vehement as fuck-
Which is surprising considering how she goes about talking
But have you ever seen her eyes- when she speaks-
You can tell she’s seconds away from sobbing
And then she recedes into her usual mumbles
But put her on a pedestal- I beg of you
I bet she’d say such truthful things- humanity would go insane with clarity.
And I wouldn’t give a damn- that passion is worth some madness
But look at those eyes- gleaming with venom.
Rightfully so.
And her ribcage shaking.
Trembling with purpose.
Trembling with purpose.
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