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
Lofty platitudes or was it elevated truisms? Did it matter? Strip away all the familiar tunes. What’s left? It’s the same old song and da...
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