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Splattering traces of brown and black,
against the white and pink of your dress.
Your feet landed on puddles of mud,
the rain spits out hues at your gaiety.
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Footsteps of a ballerinas' accolade,
pirouettes and fouettes executed passionately.
Waltzing drizzles of steady drums of thunder,
soaked your lavished hair and your pale skin.
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The smell of your fragrant giggles surround,
and strengthen my lonely desperation.
I borrowed the swift legs of mercury,
dancing with the tarantellas of your rhythm.
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I caught your beat from the redundant drum,
your hand in mine and my soul in yours.
We entwine out hearts in the pouring rain,
the puddles at our feet envy us.
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