She like the fragrant taste of rain
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Rests in my senses relentless, restless
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Dripping and diving in taunting drops
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Through my blue sky barren being
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And I am searching for the sign of the smallest cloud
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Split to disintegrate upon the ground and
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Gasping, cracking like the skin of my craving tongue
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Dry like the veins of a heart without love
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And I cannot tell the way she feels away from me
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Like a layer to be shed
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It is carved in stunning shapes and patterns on my soul
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Carried like dreams to places nobody could never go
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Carried like dreams to places nobody cannot go
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The Fragrant Taste Of Rain
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| Jason Reeves |
