oneis very unhappy in the rotten sunlight of the street. (I know there was a puddle there) onefinds rest in dark clouds; and thunderous attitudes. (small oceans in the street) onewalks in the silent pavement; the June rain is desperate weather. (gasoline rainbows collect) oneis reminded, through rain, of shadows that are cradled in sunlight. (my foot makes futile waves) onehurdles through wind; crazy, delerious in the water. (this puddle is all that's left of me) onebreeds disappointment with each passing cloud - stay above us. (below swirls my gasoline puddle) onessits in moss, still wet, in ridiculous rain. (I am not as permanent as I would like to be) I am not as permanent as I would like to be.
Reason for writing:
for the simple raeson of writing.
Birth sign: Not entered
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