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May 4
I see the rain

pour from your eyes

And wish only to hide

behind your scented leaves

your rocky plane

Under the water

under the rocks

under the tons and tons

of air.


I will stay right there

between your thumb

between your hair


So let it be known

I am not gone

I am only in hiding

waiting

craving

for my oceans to reach your toes

once again.
Written by
Mayara Giorno
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