Anger comes hot and tawdry
To lick the line of my pulse
And make it race
Turning time to dust
As it parts in my chest
Volatile, a live thing that stirs
To dizzy me with white noise
And make me shudder
Turning hope to division
And logic to despair.
Anger comes hot and tawdry To lick the line of my pulse And make it race Turning time to dust As it parts in my chest Volatile, a live thing that stirs To dizzy me with white noise And make me shudder Turning hope to division And logic to despair. |
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Resistance is a story, surrender is an art.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." - Michel de Montaigne.
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Resistance is a story, surrender is an art.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." - Michel de Montaigne.
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