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Late Night Talks

You seem to be filled with fire

A little of everything mixed up

So tough in an exotic way

You are the choas and the beauty intervened

A tornado of roses from divine

You are the solid gold 

You love the moonlight and the storms

And other things filled with soul

You are the strength wrapped in beauty 

Sometimes you need to pretend everything's OK

But it is always worse than it seems

You get lost inside your mind

Feeling betrayed,

Deep inside, there's nothing fine

Monsters scream but you'll be alright 

Still waiting for the impossible to happen 

As you're not perfect, you're madness

And the sky smiled right back at you

Each passing night knowing a liitle more about you.

◄ Still She Rise

Just another thought ►

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