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I was caught
in the rain
on my way to
someplace I can't

Each drop of icy liquid
my face.
good radiance!
My vision was
fogged awhile
then clearer
it became,
after a dozen seconds.
I liked it,
the way my soaked clothes
clung to my skin,
keeping me warm
from the cold they caused.
I lost them_
all those various million thoughts,
under the rain.
Somehow it seemed
they had escaped to
a desert of espoir
and all I was left with
were dream catchers,
in half-witted rhythm
together with the thumping
in my head,
my neck,
my heart,
the music I felt in my ears,
tasted on my tongue
and heard with my eyes.
I looked around,
no one in sight.
What a shame,
the world had abandoned
such beautiful moment
and instead watched from
the safety of
their warm beds.
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the way the air would heavily light
an irony of perfect juxtaposition. there's some beauty in ugly:
something intriguing about the
huge grotesque scars that
seem to never want to go away. there's some beauty in evil:
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then imbalance to
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