when it rains i think of you.
it's like architecture, wood on wood, connected by nails in a board
and the raindrops are the nails.
so hammer those gently into my flesh
through the tips of my toes, joints, bare feet on cold floor.
deep into my skull, engraving anthems,
tastes like your eyes.
i never want it to stop raining, you know,
but today is such a gorgeous sunny day.
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