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Tongue of Storms
I love watching storms.
They represent my mental state.
Completely wild and untamed.
Dark and grimfully grey.
My thoughts represent a hurricane.
Destructive and devastatingly impactful.
The eye of the storm.
Created by my tongue.
The hurricane is hungry.
The hurricane is just null.
Destroying everything in sight.
My tongue is my demise.
They represent my mental state.
Completely wild and untamed.
Dark and grimfully grey.
My thoughts represent a hurricane.
Destructive and devastatingly impactful.
The eye of the storm.
Created by my tongue.
The hurricane is hungry.
The hurricane is just null.
Destroying everything in sight.
My tongue is my demise.
Published 7th Aug 2017
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7th Aug 2017 9:29am
7th Aug 2017 10:30am
This one hooks me ... I love the title. "Grimfully grey" is sweet alliteration ... it rolls off the tongue like marbles off the tongue. I love to watch thunderstorms and this poem captured so much that will help me appreciate them in a new way ... thanks. Welcome to DUP!
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