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There is no rain yet,

we can just hear the thunder.

You touch my arm and keep talking,

but I can't focus on words,

your lips are shiny wet

of your lip gloss.


Oh you have to go?

Oh don't forget the umbrella,

I picture you running wet

on your bike under the rain,

on your way home.

You know it won't last long.


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⏰ Last updated: Apr 24, 2023 ⏰

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