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Storm
I m tired of the neverending tornado I m surrounded by
but I ve learned to rest in it s eye
My skin is embroieded with crystals of sin
I smell like bonfire, burning from within.
the Renaissance of my soul
sometimes feels as close as my next breath
most times still there s a claw
tightening upon my neck
I m in many worlds , traveling further into unknown
I wonder which one is my own..
© alysriver
but I ve learned to rest in it s eye
My skin is embroieded with crystals of sin
I smell like bonfire, burning from within.
the Renaissance of my soul
sometimes feels as close as my next breath
most times still there s a claw
tightening upon my neck
I m in many worlds , traveling further into unknown
I wonder which one is my own..
© alysriver
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