corrupted dreams
damaged feelings
uncountable disappointments
clouds that ring her head
when we talk
and who can tell
if she drags them along
or they move with the low
pressure of her mood
the gloomiest ones cover her
when we talk of lovers
and loneliness
but for a desert
dark rumblings are only
threats of rain
because even when drops fall
they are never enough
to silence desperation
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