White clouds give way
to gray, blue turns black
sky begins the pour
of ceaseless violent rain
beating down,
replace the skin
breaking us down,
refresh our sin
absolve us of old
allow us a new
chance to revert
or choice to grow
our paths can be reforged
simple as
a promise made
to a lover
but kept like
lying to ourselves
Lie with myself
inside and out burns
taking in all
the hydration
water over flame
and I wonder,
still I wonder
which path I will claim
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