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looking out my rain soaked window
everything is smugged
and nothing is certain as it had been.
the trees and street lights
light and dark
seemlessly mold in and around each other.
but i squint my eyes
and try as hard as i can
to make out the lines of objects i had seen before.
hitting my window, louder
the rain pours
sensing and taunting my misfortune
and now my own eyes begin to swell
only further ruining my perception
of the one thing i had been trying to recapture.
and then i realise
even after the rains stop
theres nothing i can do to make this end.