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Tonight it is raining and cold

While the stars are dripped on by the succulent fruits of the moon

As this goes on an orchestra of colors fall on me

Triggering a collective of light in my mind

There are birds singing on branches

Cars driving by as water splashes through the tires

Horses brush in the grass

Hooves falling on the dirt incognito

I feel my butt become wet in the dewey grass

The rain falling on my head

In a world I made

By a trigger at 1…2…3

It’s a week gone and lonesome sadness holds me in its embrace

1…2…3 I am numb and gone

Drifting in a timeless cage

1…2…3 I write pages of my soul

Darkness…silence…perfection

1…2…3

In a timeless cage clocks stop and no longer ticks nor tocks

Until the ink is dry in…

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