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Rain

The rain so loud on the street, calming all the voices in my head.

The thunder rolling, lightning cracking, my heartbeat slowing, thoughts subsiding.

But you remain.. like the smell of rain.

 

-The Crescent Moon (for H. ♡)

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◄ Bonfire

Heart of Steel ►

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