A Rainy Room
My heart is a rainy room
In a rainy house -
In a rainy world
And the rain, like a flower it blooms -
My heart is a rainy room.
And when it expands, it reaches my blood
In the rainy house,
In the rainy world -
And instead of rain, it becomes a flood -
In a rainy house, in a rainy world.
Eventually, the flood spreads through me
In a rainy house,
In a rainy world -
Stifling me, making me see
Only rain.
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