Wordwhoring Fluid of my Season – Bombay, April 2003 Posted by mentalexotica on October 17, 2005May 11, 2010 The rain is sweet and soft And streaming Over the skinfilm of my eyelids. Drops confuse themselves Amidst each other In tears and monsoon-water. I remain shut-eyed, Ever-consoled by the fluid of my season. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
this calmed me and saddened me and i can’t stop reading these words, over and over. this struck a chord.
i think i smell rain. in the desert.
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