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Unrequited Rain

It's not the rain

that makes my eyes wet.

It hasn't rained in forty days.

Nights are long and quiet.

The silence cuts to bone.

 

It wasn't rain that quenched the fire.

It hasn't rained in forty nights.

The well is dry... so am I.

Nights I sit in silence

while it rains.

 

r ~ 4/19/14

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