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Fri, 01/31/2014 - 16:03 -- smm1372

As the months 
Go by and by
I yearn for rain.
For that is when

I wash my hair
In nature’s water
Among all the
Bugs and animals.

Tilting my head back
I let my mouth hang open
Swallowing the bullets 
That entered the space.

Each bullet, 
Another problem.
I must face them all in order
To keep walking forward

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