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I'm not the type of girl
who'll squeal and hug you hard
of thunderbolts clapping across the skies.
I'll be staring at the clouds light up
whilst holding out,
the piercing rain slash my breasts;
I'm the kind of girl
who'll smile and hold you though,
if these forces scare you;
without judgement or question.
Who said boys can't be afraid of the
rumblings far above our heads?