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Jun 2014
just this time,
this last time,
i will stand in this rain,
my head towards the sky,
arms wide open, set to fly
i will let these drops impinge upon my soul,
gently stroke my skin as they fall
i will let the sound of this rain fill my ears,
until this rain is all i hear

because,
just this time,
this last time,
i will let thee
erode me.
Rhythm
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Rhythm
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