Apr 15, 2018 | Rating : | Written by Autumn Remington
Drought Read Count : 135

Category : Poems

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He never felt like foreign or unwelcome to my soul, it was like he was meant to be there, a permanent fixture. 
My body soaked him up like the earth. He was forever pouring rain and I was the endless drought.

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