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first rain
your jacket is torn
the grey sky is ripped apart by
sun beams
that reflect from eyes as green as the
lush valleys below
your smile smells nice
and your hair falls ever gracefully
as your lips mime magical verses
to caress this torn heart
we restart
so fresh,
as the perfume of the first rain
the grey sky is ripped apart by
sun beams
that reflect from eyes as green as the
lush valleys below
your smile smells nice
and your hair falls ever gracefully
as your lips mime magical verses
to caress this torn heart
we restart
so fresh,
as the perfume of the first rain
Published 13th Mar 2014
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