In the center of my pain,
Eye of my being's hurricane,
A soothing calm, ever so brief,
Allows a moment from my grief;
I lull into my dreams once more,
When, by love, you foreswore,
When shared moments were my bliss,
Disguised lies, your every kiss…
Torrent winds raise in a flash! -
Blinding pain begins to lash! -
Sweeping my entirety
Back! ...into misery.
-Sinclair-
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