beneath a dusty cover wrapped in vintage string,
fear…
is a story we read to ourselves
while sitting silent behind curtains that hide the moon
from pages trying to hold on to passing clouds,
that smell like rain.
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raindrops
he hoped the lonely tears that fell down his cheeks
were like the raindrops that fall down from the sky …
for only a little while.
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window
the boy in the window
carving a broken heart in his breath,
realized the condensation dripping down
was like watching his tears…
die on his lips.
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