August 2009
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Rain
Inside the rain
I’m standing.
Walking that strange plain;
The one that’s sad and sweet,
Funny and bitter
And incomplete.
I wish this rain would cleanse me now,
To wash away
The tears I’ve shed.
I wish this rain could cleanse me now,
And wash away
The fears I dread.
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Paint Me Lost
I’ve seen you now;
For the brush
Hit paint
And the paint
Hit canvas
And the picture is
Finished
…Farewell.