The rain was my mourning,
As it sifted through the misty air,
Landing with purpose
On cracked cement.
Leather boots splashing
In the wake of fallen tears.
As if god could learn empathy
And cry with his fleshy maumets.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
The rain was my mourning,
As it sifted through the misty air,
Landing with purpose
On cracked cement.
Leather boots splashing
In the wake of fallen tears.
As if god could learn empathy
And cry with his fleshy maumets.
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