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It hurts when it rains

I sit in the sun as she burns my flesh.

Like hot irons on my skin, I feel the blisters begin.

This scorching, summer sun blinds me, heals me.

The water left by the spring rains is gone.

It can hurt me no more.

The bright light sings my name.

She sings to my heart.

And soothes my soul.

Consoles my brain.

And caresses my bones.

I know she loves me.
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