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Rain droplets Phone booth, Until the outer walls were crying Wetness is A pretty Vulnerability But it's not All bad Because Humidity is ****** Existentialism Clouds are Reincarnated Saints that Weep at the Bitter realism Of duality (We are in a Warm, wet womb Until we are in a Cold dry tomb And as we grow, We are drank by Time) When the sky Is white and pure As angles we are washed With sea water and Odours expelled from Our noses Bathrooms are Lonely places Where you Can be God And the White blankness The sky And the Bathwater The rain And your Fingertips Humanity
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
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Rain droplets Phone booth, Until the outer walls were crying Wetness is A pretty Vulnerability But it's not All bad Because Humidity is ****** Existentialism Clouds are Reincarnated Saints that Weep at the Bitter realism Of duality (We are in a Warm, wet womb Until we are in a Cold dry tomb And as we grow, We are drank by Time) When the sky Is white and pure As angles we are washed With sea water and Odours expelled from Our noses Bathrooms are Lonely places Where you Can be God And the White blankness The sky And the Bathwater The rain And your Fingertips Humanity
Short lines like raindrops.
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horselover-fat
Liverpool
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
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