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Nature
My tongue twists
like a funnel cloud.
Descending all of my
insecurities through the
whispers of my lips.
How they slide through
the roaring rotation,
As the flat lands panic
of the velocity that I bring
towards their...
like a funnel cloud.
Descending all of my
insecurities through the
whispers of my lips.
How they slide through
the roaring rotation,
As the flat lands panic
of the velocity that I bring
towards their...
