Rain
The cold blades move down marking their presence over my skin. Some drenched traces as they leave me filled with all the love for this rainy season.
There is a void in me which often fills up as the rain sweeps off.
Being a perfect pluviophile I let my stories drench themselves in them
Those feelings turn effable the moment my thoughts reach out,just like those raindrops, I too shower down all to well
2018-08-04 08:58:49
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