Tornado
By BensonSpeaks
Mon, 29 Oct 2012
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Surroundings are spinning and she is opening,
outer body experiencing the dizziness,
pumping with adrenalin while she destroys.
Destroys all structures and a picture that captures,
all the rubble and wastage in the veins,
devotion so thick it deafens the noise.
Noise of excitement and losing the moment,
sickly to miss but lucky to live through,
being involved in something so wonderful, it's magic.
Magic so desperate and turned to a culprit,
a crime you'd be glad to be guilty of,
to love a tornado can be peaceful but manic.
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