Avice Poem/Relationships
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After allowing a little space
for the light to spread
all hands raveled faster than I thought...
They should have been on her
all night.
This pertinacious pursuit of one continued
Emotions are like toxic waste
They can be used for good or evil
Depending on how you take care of them
They can power immense creativity,
Or melt down in a runaway chain reaction
Ending in your destruction
