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What happens when you squeeze a wet cotton ball?
It drips.
What happens when you squeeze a cloud?
You get wet.
Drench me in your tears
I like stepping in your puddles.
Strike me with your angry light
It injects me with life.
I find comfort in your melancholy,
power in your defeat.
I don't cry that you're hurt.
I'm your shoulder,
the arm around your waist,
the sun upon your grey sky.
I'll squeeze the pain out of you my cloud.
Till all that's left is fluff floating light in the blue.
Finally feathery.
Damp spots shall dry soon
as long as I'm dancing with you.
Drench me in your tears
I like stepping in your puddles.
Strike me with your angry light
It injects me with life.
I find comfort in your melancholy,
power in your defeat.
I don't cry that you're hurt.
I'm your shoulder,
the arm around your waist,
the sun upon your grey sky.
I'll squeeze the pain out of you my cloud.
Till all that's left is fluff floating light in the blue.
Finally feathery.
Damp spots shall dry soon
as long as I'm dancing with you.
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