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Every lover I have ever had
gazed upon me like
a traveler wandering
through scorched earth.
Only to journey through me
to get to their picture perfect pastures.

The minute they are without
my cracked thundercloud
horizon, they realize that
I am not worth the charred bark
that litters my landscape.

"i was so brave to cross
such disaster to get to you.”
They always say,
to their new blue sky.
“i was so brave to love
this kind of ruin.”


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