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pain rhymes with rain
where do i take my sorrow
in the sun-seared summer
as the clouds of my mind
refuse to be silver-lined
drying my humour
till brittle
venting my spleen
i shatter
the splinters shredding
my selfconfidence daily
nights sighing under skies
a leaden counterfoil
for swallows circling too high
to herald rain
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