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crows ([personal profile] crows) wrote2012-02-28 09:57 am
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To reveal the light beyond:

Ye gods and little fishes (Crispin 8|) I cannot wait for storm season. There's this low, cold, spitting sky today just above freezing and... and...

The rain hits my lips and I want the firmament to crack in half. I want a shouting match with lightning. I want to be soaked to the skin, through the skin (it's more permeable than you think).

...and I want. And I want. And I want. And I will always be...

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