With the world holding, waiting for the cruise missiles to be fired, and the spiral and swirl down the chambers of a collected clogged heart. We didn’t have to sell you this war we already sold you it…Keep on driving that car. The scorching winds blowing in our faces. Indifference, the screaming car alarm, screaming to be driven into another war. The clouds are gone and our sun, the billion year old mother, is now on to us. Her mighty love arms, wrapping rays of hope, dries our rivers, dries our reservoir, melting our polar caps to fill our tear ducts with desperation. Desperation arms us to the teef, replacing her warmth and her colors.Birth sign: Libra
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