typhoon in formless
- March 16, 2015, 6:03 p.m.
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It is seeping quietly into my house
are there drips on my forehead?
the world is foggy and mumbling rain
when I need the boisterous sunshine
people don’t walk places in the rain
they don’t smile, they don’t sing.
head down to the ground, we are all just getting from point A to B
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