
the storm is always chasing.
reaching to be known stalking my
tales, waiting. i slow. it grows.
my storm - is hoping i'll slow
enough to end the chase
maybe if we meet face to
feeling, we can end this
race. together, find relief in
the rain
a notebook for what came through anyway

the storm is always chasing.
reaching to be known stalking my
tales, waiting. i slow. it grows.
my storm - is hoping i'll slow
enough to end the chase
maybe if we meet face to
feeling, we can end this
race. together, find relief in
the rain
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