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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