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May 2018
Comprehend this rainy day, take it in, I can wait.
Soak in the water like a sponge, that's been under the sink for far too long.
And you look so cold and lonely
It's so unfair that a soul so pretty
Has to be alone in the ice cold air.

So hold me in the pouring droplets
Squeeze me hard I might embrace it
When you hold me close I feel less naked
Just promise me that you won't ever fake it
Staple my head to your pretty smile
And I might just stay a while
Place your hand on the dial turn it up so we aren't dandelions
I'm the sea and you are the sand where we meet

You and I are here, in a sorry situation
With all these limitations.
Our first world dream is nailed to the ground
Like we are on probation
The officers took us and they chained us under the nations numbing ideologies
Like all those witches in the town of Salem
We are the monsters that didn't even get a chance
To have our first dance
This is a little poem I made a while back.
Written by
Bryant  M
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       Paul Butters and Fawn
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