Cold tingles against my skin.
I marvel at the world I'm in.
Lifting my arms I spin, spin
In place
As the rain reveals my true face.
Water completes my open-armed embrace.
Fears washed away, I can relax.
I watch the liquid spill through the cracks
Of my existence, which is made of wax
Ready for a mold.
Through the sky the thunder rolls
As I tilt my head back into the cold.
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I miss it
lemme know
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ah, the memories
powerful, and your words definitely show how amazing it really was. i keep reading it in the hope that i can feel it again. excellent job
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aww thanks. i was wishing i could feel it again too...
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