it's been raining
and
raining
and
raining
all night
all morning
i'm covered in the comfort
of your orange shirt
hanging to my knees
sleeves folded up
smelling of you
your cigs and your sweat
i made a paper boat
where i had penned a few lines
of my rimas dissolutas
and watched it float
on the ripples of water
like a boat on high seas
tossed and turned.
with immense pleasure
i watched the boat being ripped
apart to shreds by the
beating rain
dissolving my words
with the rainwater
an inky puddle
of mud and tears
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