Thumping Storm : Relationship Poetry

I am breathing winds

of a velvet thumping storm of

I am missing you.

I am robbing woman kind blind

In shattered pieces of incarcerated

Thieving images

Of roads of destruction just about

Dying off its feeding virus so

Who will you

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When hail droplets of me

Take seize of the suffering

Scarred

Ripped

Scalpel

Surgery of Eternal City bleed

Roaming to kill

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Here today in delicious darkness

I give you the hatred of my

Aid virus in generations

Of I own the seven rings of destruction

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