should I unlock the door?
I could unseal the fates
to end this curse
the words that bring me back to then
cold stars that seek revenge
I became
The moth in a thunderstorm
dangerously close to death, in so many ways
water, to drown and thrash me down
terrible wind tosses me like a toy
signal beams from the clouds, flashing
more destructive
It's Death taking aim and hopefully missing
The end of something great?....
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