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Spitter spatter In the rain The gutter cries In the empty city Of dreams lost Washed away Down the gutter I see her face Or was it just a memory So clear That I thought I saw her She was Youthful Her skin soft and glowing I wish I could reach out to Remind her Of everything important The last time I saw her She was hollow torn at the seams Mind spilled across the bleak sidewalk, She was strewn and scattered Torn and tattered Scab city Do you not remember The soft dance Of your honey heart? Why are you here? How did you end up here, With a heart so wide? You let yourself Get thrown out reduced diminished garbage. How I wish I could reach out And touch her Hug her Hold her and I tried But it was Just a melting mirage Of what once was
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC
Mirages
Spitter spatter In the rain The gutter cries In the empty city Of dreams lost Washed away Down the gutter I see her face Or was it just a memory So clear That I thought I saw her She was Youthful Her skin soft and glowing I wish I could reach out to Remind her Of everything important The last time I saw her She was hollow torn at the seams Mind spilled across the bleak sidewalk, She was strewn and scattered Torn and tattered Scab city Do you not remember The soft dance Of your honey heart? Why are you here? How did you end up here, With a heart so wide? You let yourself Get thrown out reduced diminished garbage. How I wish I could reach out And touch her Hug her Hold her and I tried But it was Just a melting mirage Of what once was
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC
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