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Dec 2016
I
Stood
On my tiptoes,
Neck stretched to reach
The sweet gum with the soaking leaves.
One drop suspended
It was all I would need
It ran down
My forehead
And on to
My cheek.
The perfect
Kiss
From a
Rain drenched
Tree.
Kelsey
Written by
Kelsey
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