blindness by Indigo Tempestai am driving and i'm waiting greengray is that rain? i smelled it before it fell it is new and old i smell the way you move the painting of your body the interface of your skin and the rain warm that i cannot see but the feeling is thick
the cloud followed followed me home climbing into my thoughts where are you? soft made of edges rain evaporates in the hot street
your chest is solid thrums, controls my senses and rain in my face and tears in my throat and miles of you, miles of you
cold face the wet warm sky falls on this your determination and my vision fails enveloped by the sound and the feeling 07/04/2002 Posted on 07/04/2002 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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