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AnotherPassenger β€” lines of time
Published: 2013-04-13 02:55:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 187; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 0
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Description at six,
i took to saving the
pretty pink worms,
cold & drowning
on wet sidewalks and
flooded streets

at nine,
i couldn’t escape the rain
as it poured around me,
blurring my dirty glasses
and prickling my skin
with goosebumps

at thirteen,
i sat in that
worm-killing rain &
wished it would kill me too

today,
as the rain was dripping
down my face,
you held an umbrella over me

i won’t sit in the rain
anymore
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Comments: 4

brain-tree [2013-04-14 17:45:12 +0000 UTC]

Lovely sentiment, and one I would agree with, wholeheartedly.

The rain can pour on itself, and it will be just fine with that. It's rain, after all.

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AnotherPassenger In reply to brain-tree [2013-04-14 21:56:57 +0000 UTC]

Thank you. And I certainly agree!

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bookaddicted [2013-04-13 04:29:57 +0000 UTC]

This is a beautiful poem... I really like the fluidity of it somehow?
I generally don't comment, but this drew me to

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AnotherPassenger In reply to bookaddicted [2013-04-13 14:36:18 +0000 UTC]

Thank you so much.

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