Rain came by
with a scent of your hair
She knew it was more I could bare
so these raindrops we all now share
washing the filth from our cheeks
and the guilt from our shoulders
you were a bad habit
but i'm clean now
clean as a white torn flag
in a dirty war
aching for peace
in a needle
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