caseykleins: What if this storm ends, & leaves us nothing, except a memory, a dist
caseykleins:What if this storm ends, & leaves us nothing, except a memory, a distant echo. I want pinned down, I want unsettled, rattle cage after cage, until my blood boils. I want to see you, as you are now, every single day, that I am living. painted in flames, all peeling thunder, be the lightning in me, that strikes relentless… -- source link
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