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Oct 2015
when it rains
i go with the rain
i go to the deep places
of the earth
where the light is missing
where the green is
so green
it’s almost black
and the forest is
its own kind of
personal forgetting

when it rains
i go with the rain
until i am washed
of everything
but rain
Anabel
Written by
Anabel  New York
(New York)   
666
       Trevon Haywood, xvy, Gaye and Cecil Miller
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