Storms


Storms


Language. The spoken word.

Time heals all wounds�the burning never fades.

People say it�s what sets us apart from animals. That, and birth control.

Hunger, longing�oh, how your need invades.

As defined by the dictionary: �audible, articulate, meaningful sound as produced by the action of the vocal organs.�

Hot dark water falls�morning brings no light.

Desolation in a breath, glory in a gasp, power lurking in music that can rip a soul from its body.

Hell-bent, road calls�as you give up the fight.

"I�ll be back for these."

Walk away from me. Don�t look back. It�s what you do best.

�So I try to say goodbye my friend�I'd like to leave you with something warm�


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