eighty-three | rain



EIGHTY-THREE
this rain is still cold at my lips











And I am jealous
of the rain for it coats and licks
your skin.
Closer than I will
ever be to touching you.











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Sunrises or sunsets?
𒐀 Sunsets, always. I'm usually at work before the sun rises, or I'm asleep, so I'm not able to really catch a good sunrise anymore.

May

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