The day will come, already having come in the margins, sleep remembers what the sky forgot. letters dampen. words blur. it begins again not outside, but in dream where rain falls upward, endlessly, and every drop spells the same sentence differently.

4 points Quirky_Yoghurt_9814

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1 points Syneky

The day will come, already having come in the margins, sleep remembers what the sky forgot. letters dampen. words blur. it begins again not outside, but in dream where rain falls upward, endlessly, and every drop spells the same sentence differently.