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107 Words About TakingYou are drained from the effortof forcing your words into my heart,unaware of how deeply they have pierced me.Your efforts to pull them outjust ripped a bigger hole,leaving my guts open for the viewing.I am weary of the combat between us,this deadly dance where I amoutmatched and unarmed.You hate to lose,and this is no different.Sometimes I wonderif you know how deadly you are;after years of training at the hands of othersand their even sharper weapons.I am afraid of you.I am afraid these wounds are of the mortal kind;that I may lay down and let you feed on meuntil you are satisfied.
Stand Inside the StormTumultous, spinning;a blue sky waiting to break through the gray. The clouds rotate around too many thoughts;blown to hell and back, only to come togetherin a deadly dancethat leads to no good.I am standing in the storm, in the thick of it;in the fury. face