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AND IT RAINS....😘


AND IT RAINS

It rains and rains deep into the minds
Like the clouds crashing with shattering sounds
The round skullish balls on the necks
With two round gorged springs to drain the floods,
Explode!
And it rains incessantly..

It rains and rains into the web of drains
They call it tears, the salty waters devoid of sugar
For the sadists relish inebriating drinks
Drawn from the blood of innocent clouds,
Fools!
And it rains incessantly..

It rains and rains and pains the heart
Beating it hard and churning to froth
The emotions, the feelings, laughs and sighs
Driving the rains to flow into gutters,
Desecrated!
And it rains incessantly..

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