Trained to play havoc since 2002
She is the rain, the darkest alley
Wreaks confusion before sunrise
Her despair crumbles by her eyes
My love,
Have you seen her starkers?
Have you heard her wail?
So why set fires to inconsistency?
But She's a dove amidst affliction
for she was born to radiate destruction.
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My Fallen Affection
Poetry#5 Wordsofwisdom #4 Writings As blissful as I should be and living with extravagant dreams, I yearn and howl for a series of sensations, and peregrinates with vivid imaginations.
