The rain loses it's familiar association. The coffee offers no respite to the dull ache.
Someone somewhere started loving.
Somewhere, someone stopped.
Slow Dancing in a Burning Room feels familiar, but feels no different.
Don't wonder why people go crazy.
In the face of everything they can lose in an instant, wonder why they don't.
The Poem In The Water
4 years ago
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