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living in the rain 
as
of yet plenty 
and
suns still to shine 
thick
with socks 
and
under drumming 
all
ears up 
for
further falls 
dry
imagining in pages
where
a garden is collecting 
like
something painted 
from
the soul 
it's
where we are when 
gone
without saying  
lives
in our bones 
tell
of its coming 
and
ants of days away 
have
journeyed to this 
and
thus far
have
we come together 
all
night waking 
to
the roof
living
in the rain 
 
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to the roof
living in the rain
one dream, two dreams
asleep to wake
still raining