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like when the rain came...

and my heart

busted out of place

like red rocket glare

punching a hole

in the sky

so wide

that a thousand

hallelujah choruses

could paralyze

a haywire metronome.



lock, stock and barrel

like being shot

from a cannon

head first over heels

of my shoes walking

miles and endless miles...

never have I ever

felt like this before.



like when the rain came...

and two hands reached

softly while precipitation

dripped caressed

off of my skin

touching my face,

memorizing my eyes,

tasting my lips...

and enjoying the

time captured sweet

of a thousand

dreams treasured

for a night like this...



sweet dreams

do come true.