Poems from TheSoundofRain

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I read and write poetry, what's not to love?
I sit in a grease sweating Chinese take out box, but some call it an airplane seat we wait, all the planes in a line for takeoff like baby...
The rain ever so forgetful had left small mirrors on the runway after she had gone, I could look down to look up and see clouds in the sky...
that’s the problem, I don’t know I’m on a wooden boat being tossed to and fro the waves screaming where will you go I wish I knew, a...
What is hope but an endless rope  not the one meant to choke but the kind that acts like a periscope so that maybe amidst the chaos it...
Im from Fudge From long games of hide n' go seek I'm from my grandfathers plane from sit down and shut up from open the door  I'm from yes...

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