It's kind of interesting how crying eyes and rain cloud have so much in common. Liquid matter builds up to an overflowing level, and falls on dark overwhelming days. All there is after that is the sound of the rain, both weather and emotion-wise.
If tears are forced back so they don't fall, an ache is created in the front of the throat. It's piercing, it hurts.
Not sure if the clouds do that.
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
