You crawl beneath my space,
Tug a sith of mine on your
Broken-down spine.
There's a curvy cloud high above
For I thought I should have frozen
This second day to struck me in time
Be the evening you crossed
I might warm myself
With this devilish road
With this delicate tame.
As a threat, it aches as a hunger
As a sail upon the ocean
You are my roaring pain
I beg the sun to rise wildly and itchy
To my hazy eyes you're a desolate rain.
Rain
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