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Raindrops descend,
ruthlessly pounding...
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... like a blanket
made from cotton...
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To connect with a reclusive mind,
was an uphill task...
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I missed you last night
For the first time...
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You should have left when you found out you...
You should have left when you sat in a room...
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She was the purple-blue night sky that always felt...
She was the drug I’d always use when I felt too...
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sorrow is a bird taking to an etherized sky,
flapping its wings as hard as its little body...
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Envelop me like a current
as the sunlight falls to pieces...
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The moon
unwinded...
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the lambent light of the skies pours through
the window and onto you – cast in sunshine...
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Air is heavy when you're sober,
a weighted nothing breaks your pride...
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In a way it is comfortable
drowning in the present...