wandering thoughts in the rain.

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rain is pouring down the sky,
a cup of coffee in my palms.
my mind was wandering places,
drifting back to that one time.

that one time when he held me tight,
picked me up and spun me round,
whispering in my ears,
"gosh, i love you so much."

heat crept up my cheeks
as i felt a kiss on my head.
looked behind to see him again,
and i whispered back,
"i love you much more."

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