Tornado Allie

Tornado runs through intersections

And tip toes through 3 a.m.

Through his bedroom and down the street

Until she makes her way

Home

At dawn

When blue sneaks through the blinds

She won’t remember

Until the sun rises

And blue still sleeps on her skin

Breathe, Beautiful chaos

Breathe.

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