A snarl with headstrong eyes that dilate against the white light. Fury has an awakening and water has a boiling point. This is a condition of reckoning, this is a rule of thumb. I hold hands and test my confines, confines you regain again. I could regain it. This is about space and timing even when I'm cooling out. I feel your tension inside me and see its gaze fall from your eyes that tear up when you laugh or cry. It sometimes has the same effect. I could harness it or smother it, or make it explode. I could regain it.
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