She was not magical
it was something else
demons were powerful
but not as powerful
as her thoughts were
she was different
not dusky not white
something that was enough
to calm high tide
she was
waiting for a miracle
that can change the reality
of her existence
because sometimes the air around
feels like a cage
to her
Disaster he called me Rebel I was His actions were smooth But harsh on me The reaction I gave Is what he fell for Disaster created the story On which he smiled I tried not to harm him, But disastrous i was.
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