Rain

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Long since I've lost that diary...

I had many things to say..

many words not spoken yet ..

Many wishes went ashtray.

Some memories came floating by...

some faces smiled at me

Such warmth in those friendly eyes...

Lost, but today I can see.

Now sitting at the window,

Raindrops hitting the pane...

Stretched my palms to feel the drops,

Lost in Boulevard of memory lane.

The dreams are gone...those days are done...

My eyes moisten...piled up frost..

one more raindrop on my hand...

I....My childhood lost...

...and the epitaph....

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I'm lost ...

take me home...

chain me up...

dont let me roam..

I'm diseased....

dont kill me..

just tie me up..

I'm blind...I can't see..

Please dig a pit...

when i'm dead

in your backyard..

dont let me fade..

I'll be there..

rotten to silence...

let this be my epitaph..

An epitome of violence.

Peace,

your diseased dog.