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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