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babey come with me barefeet

into this nite rain into this warm moist nite barefeet barelimbed into this nite air into this crystal clean air which we swacked against the blackness and stars. we are cleaned cleanst from top to bottom un salted by the rain. come, into the form fitted air around you bared feet wetted limbs. there are thousands of drops-thousands of wetted armhairs and each single one like white street lines. the street is glistening with head lites and the streetlites are alone, moving thru the wetness feet time rain; walking. steel weightless drops splashing wet lite wet asphalt. come with me babey and walk into wetness.