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I, downpour

…so, if i’m rain…

i guess i must be billions…

gazillions…

a holocaust in a puddle,

waiting

like wet, galactic dog,

spinning those drenched,

those newborn stars…

and pleading with you,

rusted listener though you are,

to hear the oceans falling home…

and simply,

simply let me go.

I am a slate,

washed clean with words

that only the rain will ever understand.

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