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…so, if i’m rain…
i guess i must be billions…
a holocaust in a puddle,
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…
simply let me go.
I am a slate,
washed clean with words
that only the rain will ever understand.
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