Wordwhoring Fluid of my Season Posted by mentalexotica on October 17, 2005September 6, 2022 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
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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.