Cyclothymia
Evolving in Icy Red
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I was burning through the nights
With my heart beating harder
And my loins feeling the height
That for my thoughts felt like ardor

I was fearing I would fall
From the steepest mountain tops
That would hush those bitter calls
And leave after sweeter crops

But then I felt reassured
As the titans hot and red
Saw vanish all the threats
With this weather wild and cold​​​​​​​

Cyclothymia
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Cyclothymia

Evolving in Icy Red
206
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Published:

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