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I see morning in your eyes, in the afternoon.
I see how rays bend around you,
        caught in your quiet
and I, too, am drawn in.

When light fades, I still feel your outlines
etched upon my skin, patterned with
         speckles of oncoming rain,
shaded by the final breath of dying light.

So break me open in the downpour,
        but fast--
before lines blur and all becomes soft,
        organic.

Before I fall away, drifting past
with the tired streams
        that trickle into
storm drains.



[Listening to "I'll Believe in Anything" by Wolf Parade]