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I finally met you
walking in the rain
between Mack
and Geneva.
You were so cold
but asked me to
show you the river
to fly you away.
What could I do?
I wanted to
but I knew you
would leave again
once you got warm
and dry.
Stay.
Let me shower
with you
up against the wall
sliding down.
I'm not ready
for you to go
not yet.
Ask me tomorrow
and stay.
Please stay.
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