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Drizzle
My heart does scream
at the nothing in my hands.
My hope evaporates slow,
cold my soul floats,
fades absent to grey.
Can't keep on
coming back this way,
howling at the moon
night and day
disarray eating away
my brain, inept
abandons all my dreams.
The nothing consumes,
drizzle soaks right through.
The rain gets inside
my bones they ache,
my life, a waste,
a pi...
Sunday 26th February 2017 1:49 am
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