Like fire like red hot wire
Shape the images of your silhouette
It was never returned, songs of innocence
to the librarian who shadowed her glasses away
from the rain.
Thunder.
In California they say it never rains,
but today the drops pitter patter away
spraying and bathing the city in an eerie mist.
Heart half thawed.
Lying on the counter.
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