Uneven tempered, you are
tags: poetry
Some times… the TALLEST boy I know, your hugs promise to lift me heavenward.
Other times… the grumpiest old crow, my words secure cruel slashes from your sword.
Often times… the proficient fellow, our conversation easily ignored.
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