Pessoa sat on a bench
ready for the rain's stench
hands in his pocket
an empty, empty wallet
time is shredding senses
the mysterious coat avenges
last from a group of friends
wounded and the fog doesn't mend
Pessoa sat on a bench
taking the rain's stench
his jaw to the clench
busy streets cobble French
black hat with a tight ridge
where all curious minds hid
door slams, droplets dance
it's a trance
Pessoa sat on a bench
defend yourself, defend
passersby still know, no tend
a pity look, a petty spell
want to buy?
would he sell?
smiles wasted wry
tickled waists to the clutched hand-holding lie
not to him, he's to die
shadow pointless, out of time
Pessoa sits, demeanor stands
umbrella steady by left hand
a soaked problem with no name
down the cliff behind him, letters rain
------ravenfeels
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 1:45 AM UTC
Pessoa sat on a bench
ready for the rain's stench
hands in his pocket
an empty, empty wallet
time is shredding senses
the mysterious coat avenges
last from a group of friends
wounded and the fog doesn't mend
Pessoa sat on a bench
taking the rain's stench
his jaw to the clench
busy streets cobble French
black hat with a tight ridge
where all curious minds hid
door slams, droplets dance
it's a trance
Pessoa sat on a bench
defend yourself, defend
passersby still know, no tend
a pity look, a petty spell
want to buy?
would he sell?
smiles wasted wry
tickled waists to the clutched hand-holding lie
not to him, he's to die
shadow pointless, out of time
Pessoa sits, demeanor stands
umbrella steady by left hand
a soaked problem with no name
down the cliff behind him, letters rain
------ravenfeels
this one was fun
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