Letter

So much thunder over a woman

That lies between men and sunder

Her instincts with colors that arent blooming

She for me is the one

But none will walk past this brilliant sun

As if they were at a distance soothing

Why they ask I wont approach?
Im not your pet, nor your gold

Now sleep between your ohms and bottles

You wreck, you slut

You thunder

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