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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 leech the stain
to purge the sane
of all they’ve tamed.

-m.p. 08/14/13

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