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Nothing but the Best Thing

the blue
black storm
clouds paint
the white sky
a symphony
of rain,
bursting over
broken pavement

peering stealing
the live-action
lives of people
below, laughing
to drink their
laughter louder.

On the balcony
the sky will not lie
till it weeps the
rain that washes
the day away

But then you stay
in my heart
without an
the mud defeats
the steps I must take
to pretend you were
a mistake.

when you were
nothing but
the Best Thing
to have woken
a sleeping soul. 

Wake me up.
Save my soul;
warm slumber
suffocates the
stagnant pools
of inspiration
before a chemical


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