not-so-Vincent

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She usually loved the rain

But tonight
It sounded like premeditated murder

If he'd just reach out to her
(even from another hemisphere)
She'd hold his hand

But the quiet downpour of no one
Comtinued to drown her

And she always believed
It would be tears

That took her under

January, 2009



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