Back as it really starts to rain,
the showers just herald of this,
drops beating the roof, steadily,
darkening landscape outside
the window moves with
the wind, and I await coffee
to drop, to shake the cold
and moist air from my
ruffled old flesh with liquid
hot as the painful memories.
19.09.2023
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