What?

A firm grip and intolerant smile,

A look that could kill when I’m feeling vile

Will build up inside

Moon-heart and the tide.

 

A water that roars

My heart that soars

High above the skies

Diving down to demise.

 

To be strong is not absence of flaws

I wear mine without pause.

So I’ll scream from the mountain

Peaceful seconds on one hand counted.

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