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When my life has stopped to rain
it seems like my skin is staind
when the warm of this home of mine
It seems the stains are left behind
They no longer are there
Nor in my hair
They have seeped into me
the rain from the sky of thee
I remember them
It was rather mayhem
but I lay that aside and start a new
These are my thoughts only a few
- by Toxxy Rayne |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/14/2012 |
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