we welcome the rain like
relief from bones creaking
and cracking under
exhaustion. we welcome
the relief,
the break down of desire
or something similar
to a lacklustre moment
of breath.
—
angular, the mighty fall
at inscribed moments
on our souls, pale
our tears are lit up
by the moon.
tagged as: poetry. blahblhablah. silly loni. thought ramble. spilled ink. creative writing.
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