i said
i must confess
i must confess
i must confess
.....
the blood that drips
from this wound
copper
tastes like the
sun on a bad day
mixed with
the fire
that burned
your house
i cannot take
the noise
inside my brain
you see when
rain pours down
on me
all i can hear
is
the
white
noise
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