Turn up the white sound,
So I can loose myself and not be found.
I can wish away the sound of the rain,
Washing away all my old gain.
Drowning my mind well breathing air,
Dripping around my body, soothingly unfair.
Turn up the pounding drums,
The melodic hums.
And loose myself in the beat of the rain,
And all my burning pain.
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It feels like I have posted a lot of poems today, does it feel that way to you? Oh, whatever, I hope you like them anyway!