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i step out and the rain greets me like a blessing bestowed by some great silence i speak to each sunday and i take this as an answer because why the hell not i am suddenly sure i have left something behind but no, my bag is there notebooks tucked under my arm ipod clutched in one hand phone safe inside my jacket consorting with my keys (proof I've got somewhere to go) travel mug empty, wallet full of receipts and loyalty cards finally, pricked by the bent arm of a button i give up, knowing it's all in my head and i have everything i need to survive today still, i feel like something's missing my right hand clings to my scarf fingers tight, knuckles white as if to say "give me something to hold onto" and the rain that stings my face reminds me i have everything i need to survive today except you
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
survival, somehow
i step out and the rain greets me like a blessing bestowed by some great silence i speak to each sunday and i take this as an answer because why the hell not i am suddenly sure i have left something behind but no, my bag is there notebooks tucked under my arm ipod clutched in one hand phone safe inside my jacket consorting with my keys (proof I've got somewhere to go) travel mug empty, wallet full of receipts and loyalty cards finally, pricked by the bent arm of a button i give up, knowing it's all in my head and i have everything i need to survive today still, i feel like something's missing my right hand clings to my scarf fingers tight, knuckles white as if to say "give me something to hold onto" and the rain that stings my face reminds me i have everything i need to survive today except you
r-saba
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
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