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Dec 2017
When it rains,
I don't go out to feel it trickling down my skin,
to feel myself being washed away,
my thoughts sinking with the weight.
Instead I grab a raincoat
draping myself around it.
I fear
my clothes clamped against my skin,
your eyes would crawl underneath and
make me feel
less skin,
more bone
Your eyes must stay up here. Don't go traveling back down.
Petrichor
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Petrichor  16/F/Somewhere with wifi
(16/F/Somewhere with wifi)   
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     Mayuri, ryn, WordsOfWizDumb and Dave Cortel
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