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Cloud juice
The rain drops that reside on your face,
They cling to your skin as the wind rushes past your faces,
The droplets, they magnify the clarity of your skin ,
The tongue that longs to caress them,
That wants to vanquish with yours.
But that will never happen because,
You are only my friend and to you I mean no more.