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HESHER

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Something’s hanging in the air,
A swollen sky, a vacant stare.
The forecast lied — I hoped it would,
Let thunder wash me, do me good.


Stray dogs teased in alley games,
Laughter burns like paper flames.
What kind of dawn will they defend,
When mercy fades and rules will bend?


Now the noise has gone astray,
Freedom hums the streets of grey.
Even if the rain pours down,
I won’t go back, I’ll drown this town.


The air is thick, it grips my skin,
A drop escapes, it drags me in.
It rolls, complains beneath the pain,
A mirror tear that speaks my name.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


You cursed your face, that razor’s bite,
A bag held high in broken light.
Your eyes met mine — you didn’t stay,
You walked and washed the words away.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


I’ve learned I can’t be friends with pain,
It calls me back, then leaves again.
I’ve learned I can’t be friends with you,
Some truths you face, you can’t undo.

Stained by the Rain

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