Standing
In a downpour
Cigarette
Soaked and sorry
Hangs
Impotent and hungry
Thoughts screaming
Scratching at walls
Tired
Faded
Walking with closed eyes
The dreams
The signs
This sudden rain
Tell me secrets
Forever moments
Stripped of pretense
I bow
You curtesy
Welcome to the party
May I have this dance?
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