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*** for me!* I shout She flashes her pearly whites the brightest smile I've ever seen (She likes it when I talk ***** gets wet off it     ...     soaking                                                the streets                                       flooded in every nook rivers gorging car tires      thunderstorms are our communion *** for me!* I shout and She moans like a god   ...   boisterous my legs pump faster now Her cries are electric    I can't help but feel the jolt louder baby She indulges and I come                     full stop at the corner of Broadway & Covert one day...               She will tire of my obscenities   all my **** you's~ in a final flash She will smite me and when I reach home   He will be at the gate crooked finger a compass pointing to hell *** for me* I will cry reverent in nostalgia I will have played the game past the final quarter still taunting His existence but I'll smile content in knowing that every action has a consequence content in knowing   that I learned that pre-god    pre-conservation of energy content in knowing     that life taught me to run in thunderstorms and the first time I shouted back I felt enough energy to risk hell for it
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
*** For Me
*** for me!* I shout She flashes her pearly whites the brightest smile I've ever seen (She likes it when I talk ***** gets wet off it     ...     soaking                                                the streets                                       flooded in every nook rivers gorging car tires      thunderstorms are our communion *** for me!* I shout and She moans like a god   ...   boisterous my legs pump faster now Her cries are electric    I can't help but feel the jolt louder baby She indulges and I come                     full stop at the corner of Broadway & Covert one day...               She will tire of my obscenities   all my **** you's~ in a final flash She will smite me and when I reach home   He will be at the gate crooked finger a compass pointing to hell *** for me* I will cry reverent in nostalgia I will have played the game past the final quarter still taunting His existence but I'll smile content in knowing that every action has a consequence content in knowing   that I learned that pre-god    pre-conservation of energy content in knowing     that life taught me to run in thunderstorms and the first time I shouted back I felt enough energy to risk hell for it
There's a blend of two distinct and loosely related ideas in this one
#god#thunderstorms
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
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