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Knowing me, you know, you should know I am bottled, my silence uncustomary to your ears Past the nights when love soaked my voice The sky's light-show is out tonight, lightning storm Your pout, your snarling laugh, your light, your intellect Thunder crashes me back to my loneliness You are thunder that warns of rain coming Water vital to a desert Little did I know only I can bring the rain That will cultivate and germinate my lands
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
Self Cultivation
Knowing me, you know, you should know I am bottled, my silence uncustomary to your ears Past the nights when love soaked my voice The sky's light-show is out tonight, lightning storm Your pout, your snarling laugh, your light, your intellect Thunder crashes me back to my loneliness You are thunder that warns of rain coming Water vital to a desert Little did I know only I can bring the rain That will cultivate and germinate my lands
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
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