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She didn’t have a chance this girl, running with the wolves,
she walked with him to the edge of heaven,
she was lost sitting cross-legged in the rain.
In her mind sang his song, on her body played his fingers,
she burned with him and inflamed the heavens,
they played through the storm of their own creation.
The glass shatters into a million shards filling thunderous
skies with ice,
she is whole when she is broken, she is free when confined
by him.
Sounds like a dangerous and intense relationship.
ReplyDeleteIntense and fascinating. The way you weave emotions through your words is extraordinary!
ReplyDeletebeautiful esp the last few lines <3
ReplyDelete'she is whole when she is broken '
ReplyDeleteamazing write!
Enjoyed this thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteWow, what an ending!
ReplyDeleteGreat writing!
ReplyDeleteThis is really good! I especially like the last few lines.
ReplyDelete"they played through the storm of their own creation" What a line...wonderful!!!!
ReplyDeleteLiberating
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