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in the rain
21 Jul 2021 05:10 by
black imagination
the hazy reflection on the muddy road,
the tearful eyes blurred in the heavy rain,
The only thing hasn't gone missing yet,
is my hand that once held a colorful dream.
whether what surged is only pain,
or a tide of nightmares,
how about look down and ask myself,
how much is left that I can waste?