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thunder in this heart of mine

And maybe we are being
written in the same storybook.
Maybe our veins are overlapping.
Is that why I can feel the thunder
clashing under my flesh?
There is a roar in your heart; it's in mine, too.
We're bleeding the same letters.
Are you writing the same tragedy
that's dripping from my lips?

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  Describe your life in three words  
𒐀 Unpredictable , unusual, crazy.

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