Not in her eyes
Yet flowing through her mind
The chemicals
Billowing as harsh weather
Bouncing off drums (T@G)
Obliterate all attempts
There is no room for you here. (Double if not triple)
Tingling down the spine
To toes
That only a poet would know (16)
Warm the structure
Freeze all drive
Yet free the essence
The bird flew today. (Symbolic)
MIC 201 - FQ 2014
MIC 201 - FQ 2014
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