Darkness
spray has gone astray
But the
showery bastard loves to play
So when I
can
I bask in
the light
Seize its
warmth
With
transient delight
This ethereal
space
And fleeting
grace
Brings forth
laughter
Saving face
But more than
often
And with no
explanation
I’m soaked
in misery
Dark
precipitation
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