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The Rain Gauge
Your words trickled in my ears, filling me, inching like a rain gauge from the feet up, — Legs - - - - — Loins - - - - — Guts - - - - — Heart - - - - — Head, till I was so - - - - — Full they started leaking from my eyes. First published in Goldfish Send a friend an email link to this poem
Your words trickled in my ears, filling me, inching like a rain gauge from the feet up, — Legs - - - - — Loins - - - - — Guts - - - - — Heart - - - - — Head, till I was so - - - - — Full they started leaking from my eyes.
Your words trickled in my ears, filling me, inching like a rain gauge from the feet up,
— Legs - - - - — Loins - - - - — Guts - - - - — Heart - - - - — Head, till I was so - - - - — Full
they started leaking from my eyes.
First published in Goldfish Send a friend an email link to this poem
