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Purple.Cold.Rain.

And when it finally rains here, I’ll stand outside and wait for the rain to drench every bit of me. I’ll wait for the rain to quench my thirst. my thirst for rain. my thirst for your lips on mine. I’ll wait for that. But when it rains. I’ll be the first one outside. I’ll stand outside and look towards the sky. Cause there’s nothing worse than aching for you in the rain. Theres nothing worse than dancing in the pouring rain without you. So, when it finally does rain here, I’ll be the first one outside. to feel you against my skin. To feel you quench my thirst. To feel your lips slide against mine. To feel your calm steady breathing chest against my hard breathing one in the cold rain. I’ll be there to feel my own tears get mixed with the rain.

This all sounds a bit too similar does it not?

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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Author:

I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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