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Nov 2015
a cold monsoon is a daily dose of wet
thin fragile skin covered flesh shivers
a rain dance around the garden naked
everything shrivels all pimpled purple
running rivulets pour out soaking hair
then the Sun comes out taking a peek
leaving rainbows for all the world to see.
Written by
nivek
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