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the pouring rain
drowns my pain
the searing, jeering
wanes and fades,
and in the remains,
i stumble and wade,
not sure how this
silence is made.
wave after wave,
in a shadowed cave,
a hallowed grave,
water paved.
a drain, a drain
to purge the stain
to purify
the mess
i’ve
made

-m.p. 08/14/2013

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