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it is raining again
within me
it a l w a y s rains in september
i become a horizon filled with memories
and sobbing skies
and you,
well i doubt i even cross your mind
while you stir in storms
that wake my bones,
the very ones you left battered and bruised
you pour through these cold and vacant rooms
until
i am finally caught in the flood
until
my mind is
a swimming pool,
a river wild,
an endless sea
until
i
am
sinking
and yours is the name of the ocean i drown in

-ashley jane