the rain captures him and pulls him under the covers of momentary bliss...
a sort of romantic departure, although bittersweet.
a mind too clouded by dense fogs and intoxicated by the unholy waters,
he becomes hysterical, wondering why he didn't say goodbye,
when he actually said goodnight.
-lj
sometime in april or may 2018
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