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sharp needles
melt on my bitter skin
a mist surrounds me
the sweet scent of wet asphalt wafts trough the air
trees draped in a green moss
some call it masochism
to stand in a camisole
soaking up the rain
but the water is my catharsis
the pleasure that brings me my most absolute joy
I hurry inside
chilled to the bone
- by relinquisheddream |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/24/2008 |
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- Title: Rain for the Hopless
- Artist: relinquisheddream
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Description:
Insane rambling. have fun!
P.S. Catharsis is like a purification of the soul!
P.P.S. Masochism is self inflicted damage like cutting! - Date: 12/24/2008
- Tags: rain hopless
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- relinquisheddream - 02/15/2009
- thanx
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- Venz Shad0w - 12/29/2008
- cuteeeeeeeee
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