what is this i feel?
frustration eating from inside out
gnawing at the corners of my soul
who am i?
what have i become?
flights of fancy, moonless nights
soaring high on dragon back
as the petals hit the ground
and salt runs down the cheek
sad songs ease the piercing hurt
andrenaline dilutes the hate
but will not calm the storm
tea leaves swirl and dance
and i cling on to the promise made
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