Rain's published ficlets
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love is everything/where
there is
passion to be found
in other things,
in writing
or drawing,
or discovering,
love doesn’t come from a counterpart,.
m… -
romeo and juliet
Romeo and Juliet,
are idiots,
life without love,
is still worth living. -
he is nothing
It was dark
winter,
but warmth outside
like sumeer,
a misdirected
season.
I thought of him,
and nothing,
but nothing mattered… -
blanket of stars
one night,
alone outside,
the unnatural,
warm air
holding up the dark sky.
stars glistening
like tears
or dew upon the grass…. -
built
in this time,
am I so made,
built again, from the trembling marrows of my bones,
to quivering fingertips,
grasping for the mo…
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