there's a storm brewing inside of me, and i don't know how to stop it. it twists and turns, making thunder clap. it pours water inside my gut, making a ocean in my belly. it grows weeds and vines trapping my heart against my chest. there is a storm inside of me, and i don't know how to stop it.
// m.m.
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Dactylic
ПоэзияPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
