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By redplasticroses Date: 2005 Mar 23 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.23.01.25.21014]] |
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The beginning of spring brings damp, cold air and rain night descends as the rain continues to pour pounding against my bedroom window I toss and turn tangled in the sheets thoughts of you pulse through my aching soul as I recall my day which would have been more pleasant shared with you thunder roars through the night the rain continues to pound my pulse keeping time with the cadence of the rain as my thoughts return to you I long to be on the other side of my window pane now that I've been reminded all night long just how thirsty I am. Jmt (c) 2005 |