the rain pours harder–
washing away,
all that blasted heat;
like, it erases
the longing, i feel,
for our past, our love,
and us.
washing away,
all that blasted heat;
like, it erases
the longing, i feel,
for our past, our love,
and us.
rain, wash away
every memory of him,
in me.
–Diwa
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