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You and I were a summer thunderstorm, Tension building in the distance, then Shattering in a crack of thunder. Whirlwind of passion, we never could Have lasted, but, like hell we tried. The Storm lost its ferocity, and all that was left Is the damage in its wake.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
In Our Wake
You and I were a summer thunderstorm, Tension building in the distance, then Shattering in a crack of thunder. Whirlwind of passion, we never could Have lasted, but, like hell we tried. The Storm lost its ferocity, and all that was left Is the damage in its wake.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
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