In Rain

We opened the windows to let the sound in
The scent of wet pavement and swollen leaves
We lay on the bed pretending to be beauties
The two of us
An illicit love story from eighteen-forty
A locket that would not close

We let the sound in
The scent of wet pavement
We lay on the bed
The illicit love story
The locket that would not close

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