Of all the disaster
Of all the storm
You were the greatest
Of all the mourn
You were the happiest
Of all fire
You were the wildest
For all the time
I was the luckiest
Of all earthquake
Bringing everything down
You are the only shake
Which can make me one.
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Blind
PoetryI wonder, when could I see the real world. When could I see there was no us. When could I see that it was nothing but a puppy love. When could I see that it was just a show. It was just a game everyone enjoyed. It was just a game where I lose him ev...
