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Flood; 2003 or 2004
When my eyes rained to flood
My hands held my face
My strange hands to my face
Never ceasing to wipe away
the drops laced
With delicate emotion
They tried to hold the ocean
Failed, but thankful for the notion
That there's something bigger
Beyond commotion
Far beyond the motion
of my tears
That with my hands
Work like a potion
Saving me in my years.
My hands held my face
My strange hands to my face
Never ceasing to wipe away
the drops laced
With delicate emotion
They tried to hold the ocean
Failed, but thankful for the notion
That there's something bigger
Beyond commotion
Far beyond the motion
of my tears
That with my hands
Work like a potion
Saving me in my years.
Published 8th Oct 2012
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