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by Psychotic Tendencies   Apr 20, 2005


Dark night
cold air

Feel the chill of death
run down your spine

It feels so good.
Penetrating.

All the way down,
filling your every being

Relax.
it comes again

As wet drops fall
upon you

harder
and harder

Gaining speed--
you're soaking now

Close your eyes
never forget it

Make it last forever
it never ends

here comes--

The rain

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