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Apr 2016
There is rain outside,
I look out the window in jealousy.
The droplets sink to the bottom,
picking up dust in its invisible casket.

I wish I could fall like that;
dripping down bodies as I go but it isn't so easy.
You've been collecting my tears,
keeping them away from the ground.

There is rain outside,
each ethereal transparent star is free to fall.
It falls without thought like there's no need to think.
Rain just falls. It just falls! ****. I can't just fall. Not with you.
Julie
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Julie  ..a quiet place in Canada
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