Talking to you
is like whispering
with a whirlwind
Can’t get a word in
against what’s pouring
out of you
I don’t blame you
for your hurricane life
You are what you are
for reasons beyond you
I’d go fight your parents
if I wanted to make it right
but
I’m not
putting up with it
either
so
blow away
blow away
try to stay alive
until you can
come again another day
when you
can be still
Dark Matter 
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