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Oct 2012
The rain sings as it braces my skin
Its sweet, soft touch
Clings to my concept of being
It rushes over me
Hit by a freight train
Chilling to the very nerve

It pounds to the ground
screaming of its existence
scrubbing over
every last inch
of life’s impurities

It mocks my heart
Down to the center core,
Destruction,
Innocence
Its intent,
Its power,
unknown-
Written by
Caroline
765
   Timothy
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