"Expressive" - 3 30
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I hear the broken thunder retreating from the clouds, the light fixes away as I see the sun destroy itself
I spy the crashing lightning break into a new habit, the rain runs down into the stairwells empty cavern
Who knew nature was so expressive?
I look at the limping trees folding away in terror, the...
I hear the broken thunder retreating from the clouds, the light fixes away as I see the sun destroy itself
I spy the crashing lightning break into a new habit, the rain runs down into the stairwells empty cavern
Who knew nature was so expressive?
I look at the limping trees folding away in terror, the...