The salt from my eyes burn
As does the acid of my tongue.
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Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight.
Might I unearth the hatchet
And put it to proper use.
My hand is poised, and in fury.
Only thunder gives me rest.
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Dare me to breathe
When I cant catch my breath.
Sway my temper's balance.
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Only thunder gives me rest.