Echoes of the past creep up
like late night alley cats.
Wisdom is scarce but everyone knows
what those words mean.
Derived from nightmares, she paralyzed me.
The type where you only hope
that you'll wake up in the morning.
And every uttered sound of silence
was another set of secrets to be uncovered.
She ran out and danced in the rain,
but it was me who looked at the sky, saying,
"Let it pour."











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