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Jan 2017
We didn't need to say
anything
to each other that
night.
The rain spoke for us
Pounding against our
bodies
Soaking us
to the bone.
The rain said
every unspoken word
you needed to hear.
On Venus, and other moons and planets, rain is made of sulfuric acid or methane.
Negative Creep
Written by
Negative Creep  Woonsocket
(Woonsocket)   
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