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i stood in the seven o'clock rain,
waiting for some kind of sign.
the sky grew darker,
as did my thoughts.
when the rain poured down harder, i struggled to distinguish the difference between the drops on my face.
nothing makes sense.
i can't remember the last time anything did.
YOU ARE READING
The Forgotten Journals III
PoetryPart Three of "The Forgotten Journals" Series. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite." (Act II, scene ii) Roméo & Juliet
