08.05.09
It rains when you leave.
I melt, become unrecognizable
waiting for the salvation of sun,
of you.
Feel
Feel the season
coming up from under your
brown feet
a rumble, a dance
coming up to shake your
tired body
Feel the way
you move without trying
you dance without music
free and shaking and
full of change
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