Starved for
the whimpering
of her rain
she tasted of
storms and
thunder
in his veins
the whimpering
of her rain
she tasted of
storms and
thunder
in his veins
It will all be okay, it will. I don’t know how, but I do know it will be okay. It may not be what we all think it should be, but it will be...
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