My mother taught me the distinct smell before the rain, the promise of cleansing. Didn’t anyone warn you I’m what natural disasters are named after? I am a river, good luck controlling me good luck slowing me down. There isn’t an ounce of age to my soul. – @baltimoretexan on Tumblr

My mother taught me the distinct smell before the rain, the promise of cleansing. Didn’t anyone warn you I’m what natural disasters are named after? I am a river, good luck controlling me good luck slowing me down. There isn’t an ounce of age to my soul.

Michelle K., Aries in the Mornings. (via michellekpoems)

@baltimoretexan

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