Feel it coming on
in your chest, in your soul; whole
pouring over you
Can you hear it run
destruction howling louder
it's beauty, it's fear
Thunder, lightening, rain
ancient winds growing over
the quiet of your soul
A cold brew pouring
over you; can you feel it
calling your beauty
Coming over you
howling ancient storm singing
all over your soul
You, howling for me
lightning flashing in your soul
beauty growing bold
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