《•Crush poems•》•cruah poems•

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He is a sun-kissed hurricane

That I never saw coming.

That I never could,

That could level my cities

And never even try.

I am brought to my knees

By the way the air refuses to settle

When he leaves the room.

By the way,

Elements are born in his gaze.

By the way,

He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing

Everything,

Every boy-city in his path,

He is green eyes and a massive storm

1,520 kilometers wide.

I am swept away.

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