great, glass tears
let me run
against the piercing rain-
pale flesh slapped red
from stinging wind
cold pools and puddles
i would swim
to hold my lover
once again
nov. 2002
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| the skies now cry! great, glass tears let me run against the piercing rain- pale flesh slapped red from stinging wind cold pools and puddles i would swim to hold my lover once again nov. 2002 |
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