The sky turns black with anger,
The sea, a well of pain,
Sulphuric tears and bitter years,
Acrylic in the rain.
A tidal wave of sorrow,
To wash clean the slate of love,
And strip down the heart that once ran pure,
With ashes from above.
A deduction of crescendo,
Pandemonium of heart,
In the embers of a passion flame,
Shall burn the lover's art.
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