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Pour through me, rain,
Release me from my pain;
The words I could never say
Slither from my mouth and down away
Wear through me, rain,
As if but just spoonfuls of grain
Revive within me again
Some form of equivocal passion
Fall through me, rain,
Ensure me that I am sane
With your slippery kisses;
For my brain's a mess.
Call through me, rain,
All the unspoken confessions in vain,
All that is better left unmentioned
And that can never heal or mend
Tear through me, rain,
Leave my shirt stained,
But my body in solace,
Looking snazzy in a little black dress.
All through me, rain
Is the parade (of the masked-men) on a train.
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Poetic Injustice: Poems Detailing Love, Loss, and Looks
PoezieA compilation of some of my best poems, which range in topic from unrequited love beyond the grave to the tragic death of a forgotten supermodel. Includes some never-before-seen poems as well.
