I wait to
come alive
in raging
storms
when
lightning
blisters the dark
velvet nights
and songs
of thunder
course
through
my veins
come alive
in raging
storms
when
lightning
blisters the dark
velvet nights
and songs
of thunder
course
through
my veins
Dad, I don’t even know where to begin, because there aren’t enough words to hold everything you are to me. You are strength in its truest fo...
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