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
The seed was there first. Before the roots knew how deep they would reach. Before the stem knew how to follow the sunlight. Before the flo...
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