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I Am (Not)

Sometimes I am calm
like the first ray of sunlight
at dawn
shimmering upon the sea.

And sometimes, when I am not
I am  
a raging tempest
tearing shores apart
I am an earthquake 
still and cold
as I watch them crumble to dust
I am the devouring fire
from a dragon's breath
searing the night, and
lighting up the sky 
- a burning red.

I am the burn 
that lingers in your eyes
when you wake up 
from crying yourself to sleep;
The throbbing pain
in your head
from losing count
of Jamesons you drowned in.

Sometimes I am calm
but sometimes,
when I'm not -

nessun dorma.

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