My anger is the black side of the yin and yang
One day I'm a gentle breeze
Tickling the surface of your placid heart
Making little ripples of impact
My lips like cotton candy puffs
Whispering sweetness into your ears
The next day I'm a gale
Turning a glint on an incense
Into a fast and far spreading fire
Making havoc out of nothing
My mean streak surfacing
Like the face of a cloudless moon
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