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Feb 6
I envy the rain,
for it can touch your pretty face,
trace your lips,
and rest upon your skin
ever so gently,
while I was never allowed
to touch you
as intimately as it does.
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Anonymous  26/Cisgender Female/Most likely in my pajamas
(26/Cisgender Female/Most likely in my pajamas)   
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