and the rain comes pouring down again,
all across the scattered pages.
diluted ink blooms
into mascara flowers,
all my thoughts and aspirations
wash away like watercolour
tears...
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
and the rain comes pouring down again...
and the rain comes pouring down again,
all across the scattered pages.
diluted ink blooms
into mascara flowers,
all my thoughts and aspirations
wash away like watercolour
tears...