everything i've built crumbles around you
we are tornadoes
and disasters
but we have eyes
in our centers
they are beautiful
and piece
somehow in the middle of all of this
we could meet there you know
where everything is settled and pretty and not painful
but instead we play peek a boo in the worst of it all
in the winds and waves
the crashes that break
it could all be so much easier
i think
at least
maybe
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