A sourly look spreads o’er tha face and beckons moods of ire. Once summoned by tha shattered nerves it sets tha world a’fire. A scowl to ward off fettered foe and warn of danger close. Your anger shoots across ya face and withers those ya chose. But softly mutes those strings of pain and calms your oceans squall. Once where you screamed a vacuum forms. A saviour to them all. An errant spark ignites your flames. Invigorates your fire. So once again your feeling dive and all shall feel your fire.
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Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!
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