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Jul 2019
raindrops pour at our feet
as we cup our hands to
collectively light ourselves
ablaze, albeit internally.
the smoke goes in
and half comes out,
rest of it is calling
you its new home.
so dance, run, cry,
and knock back your cup.
this downpour may drown us,
but at least we'll be having fun.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
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