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They never told me  
That beauty is power.  
That wholeness is a magnet  
To the fragmented  
They never told me  
That I could wound you  
Because of my whims  
Yet you would follow
Because you believed  
I could be tamed  
Days and days  
I spent as your Summer  
Until you realised  
I was winter for another  
I never committed  
So in my eyes  
I held no real ties  
And now I've  
Been thrown ropes  
From each direction  
Each begging me  
For my attention  
But I can swim.  
I've only learned  
The power of my allure  
After I looked back  
To see all of you.  
The ones I thought  
Could go on  
For days and days  
And then just drop.  
Be unattached.  
Sail your own sea.  
Be without me.  
A beautiful, whole,
 My own, catastrophe.
Written by Isgyppie_ (The_perpetual_journey_)
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