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Hurricane
He dreams more often than he sleeps.
Like a lion among wolves, he lay.
One eye open… one eye closed…
A heart guarded strong, but not simple.
and when he spoke? His words hit like a hurricane.
Unpredictable… Wreckage…
But he isn’t dangerous anymore.
Lily
Like a lion among wolves, he lay.
One eye open… one eye closed…
A heart guarded strong, but not simple.
and when he spoke? His words hit like a hurricane.
Unpredictable… Wreckage…
But he isn’t dangerous anymore.
Lily
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