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Raibdrops Within Me
The transparent raindrops dance along my skin,
Like the rooftop of a house,
Holding a door to a place where I hide my secret thoughts of you.
My journal is empty, my mind is full
I can keep this secret beneath my skin, within me
Where the raindrops dance along my skin
I can feel fingertips touch my skin,
Like the wind beneath me.
In some distant place, my imagination isn’t betraying me.
You’re real.
You’re now.
The air shares my thoughts, when I breathe deeply.
In, out, and back in again.
The raindrops dance along my skin.
