i know a girl
who wants to share
my umbrella
she is the reason
i look forward
to those
rainy April afternoons
she has a frantic philosophy
and her spring green eyes
make me a believer of
4th grade crushes and barefoot tag
touching you is always a delicate affair
she takes me by the hand
and leads me to an empty space
underneath a bridge
she looks at me
and I am confused as to what
she means by taking shelter
a soft muffle of thunder
and I am overcome by an
angel's kiss
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