One can never slip in between the raindrops as if self cannot be touched... So one must stand in the rain to feel more than enough... Dripping without motion until the shoes cone off... Knowing the inner makings live n self wasn't so lost... In the down pour tapping upon the skin... The face tilts upward n slowly displays a grin... Beneath the skies dumping more than tears could ever escape... It's the storm the recreates the face... Dancing to the thunder in sync with the heartbeat finding w pulse... As the lighting is the vibe resurrecting the energy to believe in a cause... From the clouds above the viendo cleansing loosens luge to simply just be... N as they dispurse the sun greets a new twist defined as a more preeminent kinda free...
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