Sunday Thoughts
There is rain falling on my clouds-
Little quick drops and slivers.
I reach with my tongue for nothing
but to taste the sweet and fluff
of emptiness.
The sky doesn't seem to mind though
as it just keeps eating me up, lick
after marvelous lick.
Little quick drops and slivers.
I reach with my tongue for nothing
but to taste the sweet and fluff
of emptiness.
The sky doesn't seem to mind though
as it just keeps eating me up, lick
after marvelous lick.
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