torsdag 7 maj 2015

A walking natural disaster.

06.20

"I have thunder in my hair,
lightning bolts shooting from my eyes.
I have the pouring rain under my skin,
the raging wind screaming from my mouth.
I have a heart made out of lava,
earthquakes rattling in my brain. 
I am
a walking
natural
disaster."

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