Destiny
it was not the sonicboom of my heart ex-ploding when i firstsaw you, nor the sweatraining down my armsthat could have warnedme you would alwayspush the right buttonsjust a little farther,more frequentlyfor i was delicategunpowder seasonedsitting ripe waitingfor ignition, and youwere hot-wired voltage.together destinedto blow it allsky high.
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