My little Butterflies.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Rage.
I can’t stand this rage in me,
to be overgrown with this fire,
The wrath is bruising inside,
The fury suffuses my vision,
It’s so hard to stop the rancor,
All is so violent all is so bright,
That’s why I need to express.
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