Saturday, March 28, 2009
Rain
droplets... sprinkle in throngs. once broken, considered sold. sent a letter damned to be returned. things drift so far like in a rapid river. sometimes you find it and sometimes you don't. more often than not, it's already dead. rewind and reverse; does not exist. tear drops fall... in a patterned draw. did you know... the rain has never stopped.
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