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==<>== porch i watch the rain crystal drops off the eaves drops fall a beaded curtain silabently hissing as tho a spirit from the softly soughing trees passes through *like the chest of an asthmatic child* ~~~ i will perhaps paint today the light is diffused i guess i'll paint the rain in blue watercolor ~~~ cars go by on my street lighting up puddles it's a bit dark yet the taillights spark in the bland pavement sparkling jewels on the showcase of asphalt *the garden swoons with moisture* ~~~ my nerves singing humming high voltage wires as I sit i feel them release ping! ping! ping! broken electric guitar strings ~~~ like a devotee i sink into the river of baptism my mind once smudged with transgression against the night becomes as snow as light soaks my robes of repentance ~~~ *in deliverance the sky doth weep i pray The Lord my soul to keep* soulsurvivor (C) 5/2/2014 rewritten 2/15/2015
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
the sky doth weep
==<>== porch i watch the rain crystal drops off the eaves drops fall a beaded curtain silabently hissing as tho a spirit from the softly soughing trees passes through *like the chest of an asthmatic child* ~~~ i will perhaps paint today the light is diffused i guess i'll paint the rain in blue watercolor ~~~ cars go by on my street lighting up puddles it's a bit dark yet the taillights spark in the bland pavement sparkling jewels on the showcase of asphalt *the garden swoons with moisture* ~~~ my nerves singing humming high voltage wires as I sit i feel them release ping! ping! ping! broken electric guitar strings ~~~ like a devotee i sink into the river of baptism my mind once smudged with transgression against the night becomes as snow as light soaks my robes of repentance ~~~ *in deliverance the sky doth weep i pray The Lord my soul to keep* soulsurvivor (C) 5/2/2014 rewritten 2/15/2015
Blue rainy day ~~~
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
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