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man in rain

This poem surprised me — way down deep…


Rain has stopped, streetlights still on
I watch my steps between the puddles
Long way to go but I feel loosen up
Blithe, I turn my jackets’ collar up

She has your long brown hair
My jaw clenches, I need to look away
Drunk enough not to feel the cold
But not enough to elude my mind.

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