Rain

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By <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

when cold rain pours down over my face spinning in a dizzy frenzy of crazy wind blowing my skirt up with one fishnet falling and one pigtail dying lipstick smudged makeup melting splattered spots in my powdered arms mascara running rivers blurred worlds greens and greys wet and cold clear and old i want to stay right here forever. to lay down and let the fresh fall upon my tired soul. blowing drizzling dazzzling dancing happiness of love my soul smiles and i realize this is what it it is like to live. rain, please dont go away i want you to wash over me again... xoxo kyelle

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