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Stormy Night Drive

Everyone loves looking at a storm as it has passed, appreciating its beauty in its tumultuous​ rage.Not many ever brave the stormHolding her hand watching the rage subside the raindrops slowly forming mists around her eyestoo many choose to walk away to stop and stare through the window of a car parked on the side of a roadinstead of opening the door, getting behind the steering wheel and prying her claws open
squeezing it until she remembers what hands arethat the monsters of the sea cant see her turmoil or they'd goddamn give her mercyI wish upon you not to be strong
god knows you areI wish only that the voices be gentle
and that you let mine speak over thiers
never yours
never more.

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