I saw tell tale rain
return to its original state,
to its undeveloped origin
where reasons do not apply.
How flawless night of one and one
flattened wet bowing grass
with solemn promises
of nothing more.
Daring the voice of despair
I disengage and fall
into the dark of I.
I am here.
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