INFO POSSE ARCHIVE PROSSIMO what if this storm ends and 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.
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