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"You are the smell before rain
you are the blood in my veins"
is almost the truth.
You are the smell before rain;
how it smells
just before the sky is lit up
with lightning.
How it smells
just before the streets
are doused in rain,
flooding with water.
You are the smell
of the dry, hot earth
as the rain hits it.
You are the smell
of the trees
going drip, drip, drip.
You are the smell
of the leaves,
soggy and limp
trying to hold
the weight of the rain.
You are the adrenaline
underneath my skin
as you come closer.
You are the dopamine
sweeping through my veins
as you hold me tight.
You are the oxytocin
in my blood
as you kiss me hard.
You are the chemicals
surging through my blood
when you clasp me close.
You are the rain
over my body,
shivering and numb,
as you gently push
the hair out of my eyes.
"You are the smell before rain
you are the blood in my veins"
is almost the truth.

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