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You blow by. And you whirl me in. I chase you. And you persist, oblivious. You trickle down. And you give me chills. I lick you from my cheeks. And you persist, oblivious. You pour in. And you drown me. I am soaked. And you persist, oblivious. My own, personal storm. And how deeply I treasure you. |
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Summer turns to winter, and winter eventually makes its way back to summer. The bitter chill of Jack Frost is unforgiving, while the intensity of the dog days are a constant. Do I favor fire or ice? |
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It is inviting. Like the breeze on a spring afternoon. Only, this breeze is ominous of a hurricane. Velocity and altitude are on the menu tonight. Every vortex brings the storm nearer. You have to listen faithfully; you'll hear it. Outside, the trees are splitting and flexing. Until you feel the quakes, though, Don't stop. I need your warmth. Only yours. |
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You light my ass up like a bonfire in July. Goodnight, my flame. |