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Aug 2014
I watch as it rushes down
My bedroom window
I hear the sound of it softly
Hitting the rooftop...
I run barefoot
Through the puddles
Hoping to catch
A drop or two
On my tongue
I feel it reviving me
And cleansing my soul
I wrote this such a long time ago. 6 years ago, I believe. This is the first of many older pieces that I'll be posting.
krissie
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krissie  24/F/south carolina
(24/F/south carolina)   
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   ---, Erenn and Nicole Ann Sandoval
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