the storm is tumbling outside
you know, sometimes i can feel the weather from outside boil in my nerves
my blood vessels and
my weak heart
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Nepenthes
PoetryWander off in a nepenthes garden filled with big chalices to hide in, a world filled with moonbeams and peach colours.
blood vessels
the storm is tumbling outside
you know, sometimes i can feel the weather from outside boil in my nerves
my blood vessels and
my weak heart
