Star Crossed Destiny
“Out of all
my children, you are most like me.
And that isn’t always
a good thing.” – my father
Souring The weight
through of
the iron
given heavies
glacial my heart
time of
capsule, passionate
rapidly pursuit
racing unbeknownst
through where
the obstacle to
laid before place
Gregarious Mercurial
gravitational toxic
combustion mayhem
of electricity of layers
swiftly just below
absorbs craters left
like on the surfaces
magic crying crust
His sister said
my father,
just like his father
possessed the element
of charisma.
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