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“Rain”

Rain falling down

To caress the ground

And make the world feel clean

Washing away all the dirt

You feel resting on your skin

Dusting silent thought

With something

That is less than pure

Knowing that once the clouds move aside

Drifting out to sea

The sun will beat you down once more

Until you aren’t sure of what is right

And what is keeping you awake at night

 
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