Precipitation

by Christalla   Aug 10, 2006


Insecurities beckon me with words of unconvincing grace, transparent to the untrained eye. Green tea flood’s s my system , detox me. Would like to shake the day out, he holds me again. Net curtains are no longer up . Listen for the hard rain, I want to run out in it!! Where did my day go when it was only just yesturday?

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