She knew
the rain well.
It
filled her
empty spaces.
So did I.
She had a
bland,
albeit,
deliciousness
about her.
Her thickened
sweetness
was ladled
upon my
tongue
time and time
again.
A beautiful
woman
who
painted
beautiful ly.
Delicate
brush
strokes
caressed
her
coarse
canvas.
Finer details
she ignored.
Yes,
she was
a beautiful
woman
who
painted
beautifully.
And the rain…,
she knew it well.
It
filled her
empty spaces.
So did I.
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