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April showers cover me longer than you ever did
A dampening hug that gives more of a fuck
Than you ever did.
I hear that crying in the rain
doesn't quite portray the pain
that pries from these brown eyes.
Somebody lied.
YOU ARE READING
September was good to me.
PoetrySeptember was good to me. But it was also bad too. [poems of my seasonal depression and other things]
