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midnight meanderings
with the tip of your hat
the rain came pouring down. It was like magic,watching puddles swell to oceans. swept away with the steadfast current. The rigid movement of my body resembled that of an anicent dance And everytime I was knocked beneath the surface I became more fluid,gasping for air. Eventually resembling silk,slow moving grace. So alive with lifelessness All caught up in the righteousness. |
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