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the rain drops like bombs on a sunny day,
the weather hops through time and wicked ways,
and love taught me the new meaning of May.
the petrichor used to remind me of him.
and so, drought after drought came
to suffice my love for bleeding and aching love,
but now, I watch how truly tame
the world could be when justly met with a dove.
the rain dropped like bombs on a sunny day,
the weather hopped through time and wicked days,
and my love taught me the new meaning of May.
now, the petrichor reminds me of him,
not him who brought droughts to my rain,
but him who brought me the newest May
and him who shields me from all the pain.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
