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Drizzle

My heart does scream 
at the nothing in my hands. 
My hope evaporates slow,   
cold my soul floats,
fades absent to grey. 

Can't keep on 
coming back this way,
howling at the moon 
night and day 
disarray eating away 
my brain, inept 
abandons all my dreams. 

The nothing consumes, 
drizzle soaks right through. 
The rain gets inside 
my bones they ache, 
my life, a waste, 
a pi...

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