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weeping rain
no breathing
wind,
in truth
my night
black,
a thing
to hide,
confusing hands,
the weeping
rain spying
without echos,
then again
in
my mind,
time pounded
outside,
doing their
slow living,
slim down
and erased.
wind,
in truth
my night
black,
a thing
to hide,
confusing hands,
the weeping
rain spying
without echos,
then again
in
my mind,
time pounded
outside,
doing their
slow living,
slim down
and erased.
Published 23rd Mar 2024
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- Edited 28th Mar 2025 1:50am
23rd Mar 2024 1:11pm
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23rd Mar 2024 1:55pm
Anonymous
- Edited 28th Mar 2025 1:50am
23rd Mar 2024 4:10pm
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23rd Mar 2024 4:13pm
We had one of those here yesterday and last night. It's just wet and chilly now, but at 55° my doors are open.
23rd Mar 2024 8:51pm
