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Rain

If you were here,

Head nestled in my shoulder

Body passing through mine,

Stroking my fine arm hair,

With one gentle finger,

All of your mind,

Nurturing my growth,

Bestowing the magic,

Miracle of this Earth ...

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I would call you, "Rain".

Love Toxic
The Stone of Inis Oirr
Iain McLean
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