Yearning for calm
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I am having an affair with Rain
His cool kiss is so forgiving, purifying....numbing
I listen to his artificial trickle for ten hours on Youtube to lull me to sleep
I blink as I lay dead
For a moment the storm is calm
the cacaphonous instruments have been tuned
the chaos in my head has settled
deliberately
because my hand held that gun
