Broad

I'm working on the Portland recap still. So for now, it's a creative piece (with rhymes!).

Blitz the runway,
For a fading know.
This soul can't sway;
Time will still flow.

From a river to a mudslide,
Eventually this glow will subside.
It'll fade, with a slow bleed,
But what's inside can't secede.

It's energy.
Not destroyed, nor created, only transferred.
These words will then be heard.
By another entity, my lover: ferocity.

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