Cyclonic is your kind of adjective;
I suppose I was born to love storms
like you.
I could never really keep my hands to
myself. Nor my mouth. Or my words.
I love you like hurricanes love destruction
and mornings love reckoning.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Cyclonic is your kind of adjective;
I suppose I was born to love storms
like you.
I could never really keep my hands to
myself. Nor my mouth. Or my words.
I love you like hurricanes love destruction
and mornings love reckoning.
My life is a series of misfortunes disguised as experience.
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