You`ve captured my imagination, charasmatic mess, in the wake of your = devestation, I`m your best work yet. Fascinating back drop of romantic = poverty, obsessed with herbs and healing cures, obsessed with healing = me! But you`re the one that`s dying, a sudden downpour fading fast, = rapidly unwinding to a bitter draft. Around your high poetic brow, = around your pleasant neck, a veil of grandiosity competes with epithets. = You`re better off relying on meteorology than to keep on justifying why = you impose on me. Your path of mass destruction will blow right by me = now, you dissipate your energy you cannot knock me down. Submitted by: Mel
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