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Oct 2016
Each drop falling upon my cheeks
Was like a knife slash in what could be
And I confess
My bedroom rained as my mind drifted into dream
Perhaps, you are the one who understands
The good in the bad plastered and written by hand
My sweater sleeves were drenched
But only because of the  beauty on the sheet
Like a hug from God, your words made peace
Jess Hays
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Jess Hays
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