Tornado
They're hot and cold
dancing in a swirl of action
They're both afraid of the devastation;
of what could really happen.
But they just keep dancing,
they dont know how to stop.
Temperatures are all over the place
they rise and then they drop.
Here comes from high above,
another brilliant tornado of love.
Arts of the Midnight
Where time is not a boundary for dreams.
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