Rain
It’s raining again,burning my skin
There’s no cloud in the sky,
No sound in my music,
Too loud in my head,
Empty streets,crowded with raindrops,
Humming,crying over our heartless beings,
For what is lost,what is mistaken,
What is repeated,but never learned
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Suleposted on 06/14/2009
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