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Billow of May

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Come devours,
as the tempest.
Fury sways me.
It sends the passive drums,
it's broken.
Reeling, wave, bursting beneath.

Comes devours....
Outstretched, cling so dear to me.
Thus,
in this way.
Comes devours..
Beating thy heart.

 

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