She holds her cards close
Never explaining how she feels
What does she feel?
It’s endless
How does she explain to someone
That her feelings are like water
Often just a trickle
A drop
A rare rain on a summer day
Unsure if it’s real or if she made it up
Until it starts to downpour
Full fledge flood
Lighting, thunder
It’s like it’s nothing
And then it’s everything at once
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