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♦ Daniela Montorzi ♦

So we surrendered to the tempest

as one does on a Wednesday.

I like the way you 

shriek 

with your teeth to the heavens 

and grin at the thunder as she 

serenades us

unashamedly. 

They never liked that we were friends,

did they?

I admire the downpour that

pelts against the skin 

of young bare shoulders

& drenches the coats 

of most honorable soldiers.

I was ten 

when I first danced 

through a cyclone.