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The rain falls upon streaks of white stains.
White stains run off the cliff towards Lovely.
Lovely runs off the cliff towards the ground.
The ground swallows her up like a coffin.
A coffin of dirt that harms but doesn't kill.
Kill the girl already, I cannot stand her pain.
Pain runs through my mind, taking my hope.
Hope is what keeps me alive, but Lovely...
Lovely and hope are interchangable parts.
Parts that don't need the whole.
The whole falls to pieces without them.
They are soaking in heavy, eroding rain.
Rain that falls upon streaks of black stains.

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    Horrorshow over 5 years ago

    Very poetic!

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    Drew Martyn over 5 years ago

    Fantastic idea and a great drabble built around it. I love the cyclic nature of the whole thing and line-joining-line. Ive read it a few times now and it gets more enjoyable each time.

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    Brandon Sutton over 5 years ago

    Thank you very much, Drew and Horrorshow!

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