I wonder what might have been with a hurricane
Cyclonic circulation whipping me about
Up and down in and out
So much work just to up and change direction
Everything intense
Always
Drenched to the marrow
And your hurricane is now a typhoon
With no eye in sight
I've always been exhilarated by inclement weather
In the end it might have killed me, but
Better to die by natural disaster than
Fade out
An untouchable Star
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