Walking

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The rain came over me
Like a million little stars
Reaching out to the hazy distance
Where all I could see was nothing.

Beyond where I stood
With the black clouds calling out my name
The cold sensation rushed down my face
As I tasted the sweet taste of the wet morning.

No umbrella needed
As I walked down the lonely street
To my lost destination
Where I longed to be

And the rain had come over me.





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