Sitting by the table
Made of mahogany
Staring at the light
Poured by the candle
The roof is being tapped
By the thickest rain
The window stained with mist
From my breathing
Thoughts weights heavy
With my emotions
Misanthropic wisdom
The joy in depression
Departure...
I rise to the deck
Embracing the veil
Of the cleansing rain
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