My bare feet on the asphalt pushing through the puddles. Let the rain come down and fill the streets. Keep the sky grey and the air chilled. Our new playground, I'll stay here wet and weightless. I'll make this wood and debris into a boat and sail faster than the current. Don't be scared to grab my hard and run. These droplets not resemble my face...
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