Untamed Tempest

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Keep your storms/hurricanes
under your blanket of false hope.
I will not tame your tempests.

They are unpredictable, a ruin
to draw more havoc upon me.

I'm of a sound mind, you are of
destruction that flies towards
what it can touch. Moth to light
that does not go blind near its flame.

Only emotions cloud your sea/
a deep blackness over dawn.
I'm a lighthouse, not for everyone.

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