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Fire StormYou step into my thoughts,
Like a calm thunder over the horizon,
Churning my guts into a rattling shake and crash.
It's not the Monolith,
It's not the anxiety,
Your hair still finds me from time to time,
Like worms evicted by heavy spring rain,
And I may or may not give them shelter.
It's not a lie,
It's not loneliness,
The thunder turns into lightning,
Flashing memories down upon a cold empty ground,
Like villagers we run hide and cower from your rumbling torrent.
It's not that I miss you,
It's that I miss you.
And it's you.
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But that's not the origin of the pain.
It's not regret,
It's not the pain.
Finally the storm ends and I'm left to myself,
Left with the hobby of recounting the scars,
Building an empire on false pride.
It wasn't you,
It was the interaction,
It was the method.
For all the abuse the ground has face,
All the times it cracked and bellowed in defiance,
It is still coming to find itself self supported in a gap of solitude.
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