You're as extreme as the leaves are red
in a Northeast autumn
vibrant, beautiful anger
falling down;
one moment, you're as calm
as a glowing sunrise;
the next, a screaming thunderstorm -
glaring eyes flashing angry looks.
Shattered dishes, broken glass,
distance in a single room -
the remains of a duel
that is hardly won, when you are
the only one with a weapon drawn
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