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inner storms
Thoughtful thoughts in thought of slip sit straight.
I drown in my absence absolute change.
The drug in me is of her kind breed to my dying want it's greed.
Stern tide open wide the seeps of sunset yellow pressure presses through windows cracked seals of edge peaking lights in my inner hearts empty room.
It's thunder spikes my design like clips of clues with turning bracing strikes to my obstinate obstruction obstacles to my yellow bite strike struck thrashed my inner storms....

© she licks my heart's desire