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
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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