Mar 2018
She was
in some ways
like a cloud.
Never wanting
to really come down
from her place in the sky.
But when she did
She poured her feelings
on the world beneath her
And the flowers grew in her wake.
in some ways
like a cloud.
Never wanting
to really come down
from her place in the sky.
But when she did
She poured her feelings
on the world beneath her
And the flowers grew in her wake.
It's raining, it's pouring...
(24/M/Dallas, TX)
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