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soaks my skin - through to the bone
pain is nothing that a downpour won't erase
Rain - you can't hold on to it
a treasure you cannot frame
Rain - somehow I'm drawn to it
I feel engaged, one and the same
when heaven's dressing beads off my face
the pain is nothing that a downpour won't erase
Flowers Become Screens
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Kristy Thirsk
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