like a storm, the cusps can brew, as deep as the ocean
enveloping a personality with layer upon layer untileven the layers are at odds
stubborn and grounded taurus weighs on flighty gemini
pushing against the pull and pulling against the push
like a wave upon the sand every rock emerges upon the coastal shore
every month must face a change
what a beautiful thought that one can be two, or that two could be three
they say mutts make the best companions
so it goes inside of us
the waves brewing, the crashing, the pelting from the inside out
i’m waiting for that lull between the storms
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