eachday seems like the same.. cloud after cloud, after drk cloud.. the sound of the rain. forever falling and never distant, my calmings after the storm? the ending of these long days, i've embraced, like winter blanket to be warm. why does life consist of such yr round dwnpours? light w/o contrast, as my oppinion without yours.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
lol didnt have enough room to finish this poem.. heres the ending. the rain cont. 'spinning on axsis, prostrating on all floors...never stops the rain.
I have a huge dent in my car door done in late September of last year, so when there is a lot of rain especially if it's windy, I have to cover my driver seat with a plastic bag and a towel or my butt gets wet. So I really don't like the rain much lately.
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