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May 2013
The rains always arrive without a great announcement,
but their coming means a change anyway;
the land is slicked back by the torrent
that does not pause for a single day.

A storm can make itself known so carefully and quietly,
and yet leave its mark, visible from afar;
let me do that with you in the night, softly,
between the sheets, by the light of your cigar.
Gabrielle H
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Gabrielle H  Maryland
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