What if the storm ends and I don't see you as you are now ever again?
The perfect halo of gold hair and lightning sets you off against the planets last dance.
Just for a minute, the silver-forked sky lifts you up, like a star that I will follow.
But, now it's found us like I have found you. I don't wanna run. Just overwhelm me.
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It's been a long time, deviantART. I've still yet to really put any of my work on you. We'll see.