it’s raining
but not really
because drops of water slips through
the crack of my window
or maybe it’s just my liquified salt
i dunno i dunno i dunno
all i know is
drenched yearning
is even more transparent
and poignant
and sore
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Epiphany
Poetrye·piph·a·ny {any moment of great or sudden revelation} A boy contemplates his fragile and failing relationship in the backseat of his car, at 4am.
