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Walking down the street; I had just slipped into something comfortable. ironic I saw your head between the horizon and the sidewalk, and smiled at your lips silhouetted. you didn't turn. i didn't want you too. you didn't. why didn't you turn? suddenly the rain hit me like paint. i imagined the cityscape drowned in the paint rain. It filled the transparent drops of gray with the sky, and your eyes, and that look on your face surfaces striking simutaniously and spreading reflected light into my eyes, like a sunset. the spilling of the sky, your eyes, the look on your face i took cover in a man hole. the shaft of illumination from above making me half a man the paint rain still came down dripping into my privacy. i stayed there; not due to apathy, anger or you. but just so i could see the paint rain fall i drowned like the city in the paint rain. drenched in color. soaked. i drowned in the paint rain, that wasn't gray today i drowned like the city in the sky, in your eyes, i drowned in that look on your face
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Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
The Paint Rain
Walking down the street; I had just slipped into something comfortable. ironic I saw your head between the horizon and the sidewalk, and smiled at your lips silhouetted. you didn't turn. i didn't want you too. you didn't. why didn't you turn? suddenly the rain hit me like paint. i imagined the cityscape drowned in the paint rain. It filled the transparent drops of gray with the sky, and your eyes, and that look on your face surfaces striking simutaniously and spreading reflected light into my eyes, like a sunset. the spilling of the sky, your eyes, the look on your face i took cover in a man hole. the shaft of illumination from above making me half a man the paint rain still came down dripping into my privacy. i stayed there; not due to apathy, anger or you. but just so i could see the paint rain fall i drowned like the city in the paint rain. drenched in color. soaked. i drowned in the paint rain, that wasn't gray today i drowned like the city in the sky, in your eyes, i drowned in that look on your face
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
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Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
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