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I'll let it permeate my parched skin. Tear shapes hitting my scalp, running down my forehead and my cheeks. Sliding down my neck, past my collar bone; down my shirt. Down down down. Finally, down feels right instead of wrong. "What's up?" "Wishing for Something Good." Can I taste the wetness? Dropafterdrop [count: thirtyone] I'll let hit my tongue. Sizzling and hissing upon contact with my desertdry body until I am drenched [and cooled off].. Dayafterday [count: thirtyone] I've waited for Something Good. THIS is Something Good.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
It Finally Rained in Washington
I'll let it permeate my parched skin. Tear shapes hitting my scalp, running down my forehead and my cheeks. Sliding down my neck, past my collar bone; down my shirt. Down down down. Finally, down feels right instead of wrong. "What's up?" "Wishing for Something Good." Can I taste the wetness? Dropafterdrop [count: thirtyone] I'll let hit my tongue. Sizzling and hissing upon contact with my desertdry body until I am drenched [and cooled off].. Dayafterday [count: thirtyone] I've waited for Something Good. THIS is Something Good.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
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