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 May 2014 Tasia Mears
Tree
I feel a storm brewing when you're around.
You are the thunder in my heart,
you are the lightening in my veins.

I continue breathing so that I may continue catching
drops of you on my tongue.
I want them to absorb into my body
and become one with me.

I've always loved a good storm.
Here's a pretty rough one, but I like the concept.

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