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Oct 2014
I am rushed inside, away from the storms that call out
I look out the window, pressing my hand againstΒ the cold glass
I rise and wander out the door
Onto the black boulevard
Do you take the time to notice how the rain cleanses the cracked, crumbling street?
I close my eyes
Inhale deeply
And fall to the pavement
Let it
Drench me
Strip me bare
Kayla
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Kayla  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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