A story is written
into the sheets of the trembling bed
until the sunlight drips off of us
and we go restlessly
off into the haze of midnight
unaware of the drum of thunder
and of the rain
singing its chorus overhead.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
A story is written
into the sheets of the trembling bed
until the sunlight drips off of us
and we go restlessly
off into the haze of midnight
unaware of the drum of thunder
and of the rain
singing its chorus overhead.
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