I can hear therainAs I think aboutherTelling storiesin the darkSlinging phraseson a screenWondering ifwe’re really realShe says I’m realBelieve me.
I can hear therainBeat up againstthe doorIt makes such adeafening soundLike endings andbeginningsThe desperatesilence cloudThat holds ondenying the endAnd refusing thebeginning. I can hear therainOver the airconditioner runningSmall comforts Idid not have beforeDo I have themnow?Or is it just anillusionThat could diebefore my eyesDo my earsdeceive me?Is my heart alie? I can hear therainIt sings its wetlife songAnd tells me thatI’m really here
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