It Rains Outside (one from the archive)

It Rains Outside (one from the archive)

It rains outside.

I hear the drops falling in rivers from blocked guttering.

Imagine the splattering of water haze on the road

refracting in the street lamp light.

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Just Cry (one from the archive)

Just Cry  (one from the archive)

When I was a little girl

My mother used to cry.

She cried because all of her hopes and dreams
Had died.

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