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memory rain

By , fishers, IN
Into my
The clean,white
Walls that are
My mind
They come
Like a flash-flood
Giving me no
Time to prepare
They pour in
And can't find
A drain
These perfect
White walls
Newly painted
After the last flood
Promised hope
That maybe
The memory-rain
Would finally stay
Away for good
And stop staining
The white walls
But no matter
How much I try
The storm always
Comes back
To stain
Forcing me
To let it
All drain
Out in drops
Of red

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