I'll leave the genius to you, darling.
You are the expert, after all.
We shall wear gloves of fire
And cloaks of waterfall
And our eyes will glint like stars
Clutching the secrets that we share.
I trust you to build an empire
On our shoulders and we shall dance there.
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How I Vent
PoetryThis is my second poetry collection where I come to vent my thoughts.