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Rain


When rain came, 
In no particular order, 
It washed away the idea of me 

Drenching me to skin, 
Till the cotton seeped into my skin 
designing into the rain 
a slimy clone of me 

Around me, washed away promises 
And limp memories floated away 
With the rain, burning out fires, 
that I had stolen from a burnt-out Sun

Leaving behind traces of maps 
That I had carved into the 
Remnants of yesterday and buried
In the broken fragments of tomorrow 

But when light finally broke out, 
I unlearnt the rain 
And unshackled the love-knots 
we had tied when we last met 

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