Rainy day
On this rainy day
I watched futures
splatter against the pane
the results of which were
greater than the sum of the parts.
On this rainy day
I and the elements
beheld each other with contempt
and in the end
I triumphed against them.
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Collection
I am on fire some days
with a heart that is raw
and as real
as a beggar
the bigger the better
the eyes and the wetter
they get
the further apart that we sit
If we grew up together
and knew from the start
a collection of pasts
that we shared
would the future be different?
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