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Morning rain
💧💧💧
Coming down like a thousand
rush from the skies
an invisible glints of rain dropping
Falling from my punctured pride.
Down into the cup of my overflowing
demise.
My face now speaks the Language
called "subtlety"
My want for a penny now lofty
enough to touch the sky.
An azure shades of a million hues
full of piercing spikes.
hither and hither
My eyes draws blood
of different varieties.
After the morning rain
comes the desert levanter
All, within my bone cavities.
©PerryDe'poet
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