+Untitled+I find it ironicThat you gave me a white hareBecause I neverFeel like I have enough time (with you)
+There's Something About the Rain+There's something sensual about the rainThe way it feels like a touch from a few hundred miles awaySent on the wings of something a bit more sinisterColoring the sky with charcoal smearsAs my hearts learns to start letting you goFaint whispers of sweet nothingsCoalescing into recollections of relationships passedDeep enough to get your feet wetBut too shallow to drown your wasted daysAt the bottom of the next bottleCould you see me watching from the thunderheadsAs you ducked under the ring of an eclipse?A darkened view of a lost worldWith dreams that once were, sloughing from the edgesEyes closed to the sins
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