Listen/ to the rain and the still night falling in love, my heart punching my ribs because I want to live so much damn it, five girls and John Farnham at 2am, the flood of boys and their waves of compliments, the awkward silence where your easy laughter used to be, the sound the sunlight makes when it hits your skin, love ringing like church bells, the calligraphy of I-like-you smiles, hope being unwrapped again, the rain, the rain, the rain.


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