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I like the rain,
and the wind,
whipping,
dragging,
distorting.
it feels like me.
like I am the rain,
and the wind,
whipping,
dragging,
and distorting.
I am fragile and moody and messy,
I am the rain pouring,
and the wind whipping.
I am a cozy sweater,
and a tucked bed.
as the rain pours against the impenetrable window
and the wind whips against the weary trees.
I don't know if I am outside or inside
I am the rain pouring,
drowning
the wind whipping
destroying
and a cozy sweater
under a tucked bed
I am
About the Creator
Little Wanderer
Independent scholar & world traveller
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