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Drought they say,
so they
seeded the clouds to make rain,
and my heart detained in floodplain,
drowned, like I am now
a stranger
inside a crowded train.
A stray in this cliché
must I unsay
I don’t love anyway?
Not that the city
in an hour’s deluge makes me grey,
but yesterday,
it wasn’t like this at all, not in any way.
Touchy on slightly wet jackets
and a frenchkissing pair
who are likely to copulate
right here right now,
oh wow!
does a bedmate wait for me
at the end of this trip?
A stray in this cliché
I must unsay I hate PDA, duh
public display
of affectation, you know?
I can kiss a miss just for a show,
but no, the truth is I’d like a joe
- I mean coffee! loco!
So, Starbucks anyone?
I say, just for fun, let’s bunk,
because like Monday
I still don’t love anyway,
not even when they seeded the clouds
or plagiarized God
in any other way they can.
(Word of the Month: Plagiarize . . . Tee Hee!)
http://www.gmanews.tv/story/53339/NDCC-extends-cloud-seeding-in-Metro-Manila-Luzon-areas
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crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond
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