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Summer rain
Rasps against my window pane
Grey and blue
Drapes over the horizon in vain
As I shove my head
Into my pillow
Dreaming instead
I was the oblivious resting myself under the branches of limp willow
The closest thing I’ve got to inner peace
is what I can’t understand
and the closest thing I’m hoping for in happiness
is what I want in a man
and once I find myself and another in that man -nothing-
not even God’s plan
no nothing can finish this poem
not even you can
All I ask is for him to pick me
Because when he disagrees all I can see
Are the most beautiful eyes any girl will ever see
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