Beautiful Disaster
more or less, i'm a mess,
but looking at you
I see a beautiful disaster,
a calamity in progress
like a powerful tornado
spinning so fast in my chest,
disturbing my breath,
shuffle my words
and all those makes me lose
the sense of the reality…
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