Stormy Breeze

Never had a problem talking
Until I saw your face. I knew
Not if you were mine, or flew.

Hell was home and you a cold
Breeze on summer’s day.
From stormy nights.

Were we going somewhere
Or just distracted ?
Starry sky and cold night.

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