Contaminated

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She told me she liked the rain

because it was pure and I

wonder who lied to her. Who

convinced her the particles of

past lives are not falling upon

her skin as she stands amidst

the drops that are contaminating

her. Who could be so cruel as to

show her something so dirty and

make her believe it is clean. 

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