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Rainwater gathers upon its gutter

Rolling running reeling 

Periodically  leisurely anticipating until you can feel the solution running down a. Sallow skin 

In regular pace 

As if to mock your obsolete stance

A salsa of something that once moved with phantasms of film that clinged to its brownish colour till it runs this bitter dance 

In fact, it sprints louder than tomorrows regular rows of muddled lines each hanging of the cliff of the other 

As if it Were merely a code of figures found in different boards of words , not really words only letters in some alien aspect as if the flesh never found its footing that savagely mounts the dent with solid imprints 

Square and profound 

It’s finally found 

A moving body of water 

That neither really only slightly never 

Crosses its morals 

Of two shoes tied to the lace of the other

Only if it were the same shoe twice removed and out in the colour of thunder Lightning or in rain 

Rain caught  in the bounds of blood 

Irregular

As if to scorn   the tears that do not carry the weight of water 

When all of Neptune’s oceans lie in its wake