Used words
                                    Make
                                    this
                                    photo
                                    only
                                    out
                                    of
                                    these
                                    words
                                    Twin
                                    tornadoes
                                    We’ve
                                    never
                                    had
                                    to
                                    draw
                                    the
                                    line
                                    Never
                                    forced
                                    your
                                    heart
                                    mirror
                                    mine
                                    No
                                    pressure
                                    labels
                                    or
                                    disguise
                                    Just
                                    truth
                                    and
                                    raw
                                    unfiltered
                                    skies.
                                    You’ve
                                    held
                                    my
                                    hand
                                    through
                                    loss
                                    flame
                                    And
                                    laughed
                                    with
                                    me
                                    Through
                                    wild
                                    
                                    unshaped
                                    days.
                                    spun
                                    storms
                                    The
                                    world
                                    won’t
                                    know
                                    tornadoes
                                    letting
                                    go.
                                    kind
                                    chaos
                                    Only
                                    we
                                    could
                                    dance
                                    Messy
                                    real
                                    built
                                    bend
                                    beautiful
                                    storm
                                    best
                                    friends
                                    You
                                    saw
                                    parts
                                    I
                                    tried
                                    hide.
                                    stayed
                                    when
                                    was
                                    “
                                    not
                                    right
                                    Not
                                    asking
                                    why
                                    turning
                                    cold
                                    But
                                    anchoring
                                    what
                                    couldn’t
                                    hold.
                                    You’re
                                    lover
                                    kin
                                    you’re
                                    calm
                                    inside
                                    wind.
                                    A
                                    soul
                                    that
                                    moves
                                    way
                                    do
                                    a
                                    different
                                    view
                                    feels
                                    wrong
                                    strange
                                    ask
                                    change.
                                    juSt
                                    show
                                    up
                                    steady
                                    grace
                                    My
                                    wildest
                                    peace
                                    safest
                                    place.
                                    So
                                    here’s
                                    us
                                    loud
                                    low.
                                    To
                                    every
                                    path
                                    we’ll
                                    ever
                                    know.
                                    We
                                    may
                                    bring
                                    wherever
                                    go
                                    ride
                                    them
                            
            
                
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