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Jul 2010
The steady, gray rain
drums the silence in my ears and
the sweet, cold drops caress my face
reminding me, again, how much
I wish you were here
to passionately kiss me until
the water turns to steam
rising from our melded skin and tangled limbs
as an offering of love to the gods
so they'll answer my prayers
of you.

2010
Written by
Lori McGaw
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