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Rain.

It’s 7:00 Sunday morningand we’re searching for rainash and dust on our tonguesheaven-turned we are searching for rain tossed and turned we have burnedthe sight of brown dirt in to

Twitch

finding clear water isn’t too easyin city streets determined to be harshfinger tips reach out in half-desirethey retract in disappointment with guitar strings brokenand skins worn down to the boneI