So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and he was a hurricane.
And he was the one to teach me why hurricanes are named after people.All the Love,
xx toutletemps
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Midnight thoughts
PoetryJust some things flying around in my mind. Some are mine, some aren't highest ranking: #51 in Thought