a violent thunderstorm
shaking up my entire being
waves crashing against my drowning lungsand then it rains.
- would you like an umbrella?
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efflorescence
Poetry- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
xix.
a violent thunderstorm
shaking up my entire being
waves crashing against my drowning lungsand then it rains.
- would you like an umbrella?