if you were the rain

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if you were the rain,
I wouldn't open the umbrella;
I'd stay still under you for hours,
letting you touch my skin with crystal drops that already line my face a very night;
but I always admire your beauty,
without thinking that afterwards you will make me sick.

-03:04a.m.

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