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When you come home bring forth a garden, a storm all the colors of you a flower petaled rain befalls me a soaking, sweeping view from mountains you come calmly with rain deep from earth's core sweet with petrichor encircling softly warm attracts me magnetically stupefies me uncontrollably though I know the killing hour will come crushing, empty and forlorn.
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Only a storm
When you come home bring forth a garden, a storm all the colors of you a flower petaled rain befalls me a soaking, sweeping view from mountains you come calmly with rain deep from earth's core sweet with petrichor encircling softly warm attracts me magnetically stupefies me uncontrollably though I know the killing hour will come crushing, empty and forlorn.
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
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