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by LeAnnJ Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1936729

A poem I wrote back in high school

Sorrow Drops

The rain hemorrhages
squeezed from the globe
the pellets race
A million departures trickle with ease
onto dying grounds
Falling down upon me
from the wet waste above
I start to feel sick
The rain god hurts me
As I shed tears of blood
onto particles of my body.
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