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Sep 2018
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
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Petrichor  16/F/Somewhere with wifi
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         Radhika Krishna, Fawn, --- and Kalon
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