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Mar 29
face to wall
with its morning dew
feels like your sweat
to hide tears
to coax dry lips
into speaking
like a hand
brushing my face
your fingers
in every drop
in rain you speak
you cover me
you save me
morallygray
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morallygray  M/Ohio.
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