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Rainy Day
The rain this morning is a bond
A wet shadow breaks down her face
They, the skies — drip in her blue blood
The rain this morning is a bond
For outstretched palm is bitten some,
A lifetime within the cloud's chase —
The rain this morning is a bond
A wet shadow breaks down her face.
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Paige Hind
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