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The grey film of rain Makes it hard to breathe The watter seems wetter And colder And harsher Than usual It sinks into my bones And makes then hurt Running down the hill Trying to make it on time Feet slipping in the Barely covered mud Stumbling in Taking refuge I'm shivering I've never felt More weak More helpless More wet And how appropriate That you should arrive You, The only one That can make me feel any More weak More helpless And, of course, More wet
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Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
Rain
The grey film of rain Makes it hard to breathe The watter seems wetter And colder And harsher Than usual It sinks into my bones And makes then hurt Running down the hill Trying to make it on time Feet slipping in the Barely covered mud Stumbling in Taking refuge I'm shivering I've never felt More weak More helpless More wet And how appropriate That you should arrive You, The only one That can make me feel any More weak More helpless And, of course, More wet
Happened today, all true. Including the last line...thought it sounded a little clever. Please critique! Please!!!
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cecilia
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
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