Chapter 15: self-fulfilling prophecy (04/18)
They called us a storm.
Crushed into this desert dust,
I will bring the rain.
NAPOWRIMO 2018 poetry - mostly mental health, religion, and family, with a little sprinkle of fandom.
They called us a storm.
Crushed into this desert dust,
I will bring the rain.
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