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Rain


Raindrops pull dirt from my fingertips Raindrops drip from my dry, dead hair I don't understand How this little clear gem in my hand Causes so much dismay Where would we be Without the rain?
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Blood_Rainicorn

Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.

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very mystical this poem is unique in terms of connecting your hair to rain great job increase your vocabulary and keep wriitng

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