Raining On My Mind
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Feeling defeated, dejected, abysmally hopeless in a situation of life, diminishing ineptitude, alone in a perfect storm, looking for the lull I expect to come.
Abnormally, it isn't in the forecast and I continue to rain on my mind, as it cleanses itself in poetical precision, blending with an intellect of poison, inscribed with a tattoo of pious forgetfulness.
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