In the heat of the moment
The flames may just be cold
The ones that you produce
Aren’t warm for me to hold
In the silence of the torment
My mind might just explode
The waves your brain is sending
Seem impossible to decode
The mirage is clear as ever
The vision can’t be far
And you, my one true pleasure
Will love me through the war.
Poetry
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this is very powerful and leaves me curious.