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rain falls around your shape, cutting patterns in the darkness to keep you dry.
the stars stare as you walk beneath them--
the path you wander, even they can't make light of...
and daisies paint your picture when they dance in the wind,
amid grass tendrils that reach over our heads.
we are the best, at our worst--
making collages from nothing but skin,
and even that we shed, eventually.

xo