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The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...
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A musty shoebox
letters tied with faded bow...
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Water fills my lungs...
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I often find myself crying in the shower, my tears...
I almost don’t question it anymore, allowing the...
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You catch feathers
from mid air...
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how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and fists aching for a fight – before long, i am...
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I never knew why I was here,
in this dimension...
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It wasn't wind or misty roads
That led me from your path...
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the lump in my throat
was from swallowing your pride...
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Monday comes and the work alarm runs circles in my...
I could swear the weekend stayed around no longer...
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Stay with me a while,
please...
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like midnight saturated with shadows,
like when you taste the rain in the air...