.
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Not rain
but a fog of half asleep ghosts
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Not funny ones who scream in movies
but scary ones who stare on streets
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Not with eyes eager to judge
but with hands ready to break
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Not with words to cage your soul
But with gestures to bleed your heart open
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Not with blood you hide in every pocket
But with tears you slip on with every dance
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Not that there’s nothing to do
But it’s already twenty past the right move
And every forecast is in the horizon
But not rain
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