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Rage on display.

Tree tops sway in suspense
As her rage slowly builds.
The progression intense,
It pours through the fields.

It deadens all flowers,
As the sun tries to flee.
And in the darkest of hours,
she's a hundred degrees.

The animals pause,
And the stars look away.
For her deadliest flaws
are all on display.

You can hear a pin drop,
from a bomb in her case.
And she feels the world stop
with a grin on her face.



Written by Rubiksmind91 (Courtney emm)
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Anger I dare not release.
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