they called her hurricane
for
everywhere she went
she left a mess in her wake.
the girl
who was a hurricane
loved another girl --
a girl who was a quiet
and gentle drizzle.
the girl
who was a hurricane
destroyed her love
and destroyed herself.
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Short Story♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
