The Rain (by Dez Savoy from New Orleans, LA)
...the rain came and i swallowed its assault..as if it were a turbulent drunken love...in every ebb and flow..the constant of your girdled sorrow remains...i know her scent well...she visits often...today...perpetual layers...shifts...it has come to be..that our lives are not just this...that we perceive..i carry the torch of lifetimes past..in the moments of quiet....voices of all those that have come before...befall on present day contamination of spirit...the rain falls..swallows me whole...
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