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Crooked rain, pounding sideways inside my head,
the smell of sick heat, I'm sweating, sticking to my bed.
Caught between the dirt buried beneath the street
and the concrete; theres never any space for me.

I'm much too weak (you're much too late) to shoulder your weight.

So when the first flowers push out of the cold dead earth,