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Rain
drops on my head splash.
Warmth trickles over eyebrows.
Jumping from eyelashes.

Snow
crystals on my glove.
Patterns sharp like glass.
Leaving, melting, show no love?

Sun
shines hotly, lit like matches.
Dry sun begets wet sweat
jumping from eyelashes.

Wind
gust opens doors; it shoves.
True cold is mined from hearts
leaving, breezing. Show no love.





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