My best friend is a gentle soul who has seen it all; all the oceans that can rage, all the lightning streaks life can strike upon your back, all the clashing percussion. She is the thread looped through a needle, plunging in and taking her place and weaving in and out though the fabric of everything.
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this is so quick because I'm on a road trip omg
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Poetryfrom the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016