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Rain on me. Wash away my trouble. Cleanse my wounds and break me free of my vacant daze. The snowstorm of thoughts only rush past me... Are my eyes forever fixed on that place Where I expect you to appear? Flow away with the water; Be gone from my mind!
She draws up the tide within me Laden with debris and stone Barreling green and white, It heaves against the inside of my chest. In time the breakwater weakens And the storm flows outward from me.
Before I knew of you I knew not of beauty, but of what satisfied the eye and kept busy the mind. Now my mind smothers with memories of days we never spent and hours we never kissed away. Beauty is forever redefined by all that you are.