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the morning sky performs a hot dance of rain. ever-growing lime washes away, white and sour mistaken by some noses as aromatics. a season of ever-ending frost absent from windows and misty misty journey through the rain without an umbrella. rain jilts its luscious sun-lover behind clouds. it beheads drops into the thin morning air only to be crushed by the sidewalk. this excites the worms who unearth themselves like fishing-bait zombies. the worms are then eaten by the birds who brave the rain and the slick sidewalk, once baptized, now eats their **** I step in a puddle with my rain boots. there are holes in their heels, and I feel my skin start to crinkle. I think of you for the first time in sky water unsubmerged docked landed and lean in to the liquid veil.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
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the morning sky performs a hot dance of rain. ever-growing lime washes away, white and sour mistaken by some noses as aromatics. a season of ever-ending frost absent from windows and misty misty journey through the rain without an umbrella. rain jilts its luscious sun-lover behind clouds. it beheads drops into the thin morning air only to be crushed by the sidewalk. this excites the worms who unearth themselves like fishing-bait zombies. the worms are then eaten by the birds who brave the rain and the slick sidewalk, once baptized, now eats their **** I step in a puddle with my rain boots. there are holes in their heels, and I feel my skin start to crinkle. I think of you for the first time in sky water unsubmerged docked landed and lean in to the liquid veil.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
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