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Oct 2011
Let it happen.
Let it fall like crystal rain around me,
bathe me,
caress me,
glide liquid gold down my arms.
It doesn't matter how my body feels,
Because inside I am an ocean.
Denyce Weaver
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Denyce Weaver
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