standstill

sun rays
are for sliding
up into the rain.

 

 

 

 

 
rainy days
are for crying,
letting go of the pain

 

 

 

 

wanting
knowing
feeling
being;
no time for these,
when all
we are
is doing
 

 

 
the damn thing
do it right
if you do it well:
then do it twice.

will you
come and
breathe,
with me?

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