This here rain drip

cleans the wounds of hearts so tender


by words of illusion

– the one tender hearts are prone to believe.

Come back, then

pieces bleeding at the seams

to be replaced

and / or forgotten.


surrender then

to the wounds tender hearts yearn to believe in

the rain drip-dripping in vessels which carry

truthful devotion

the one tender hearts ought to believe in.

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