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a trenchcoat smells like rain
puddles splashing silently in my memory
as a child at school i stand in line
the gray day feels like wet heavy pain
we stand in the hallway line so violently
it all just stays the same
rivulets distort, raindrops dot
behind the window pane
eyelids get heavy watching the buses stop
it all melts into evening, night dinner
tv time on the carpet, bed already?
lie awake in the dark until i fade
away into tomorrow and do it again
again
ah gayne
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This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember
We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan
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