You drown, I drown.
I push your face down,
below the water line.
Your clouds, rain on my clouds.
I wash your made up face, clown,
washing away your time.
Your town, drowns in my town.
Sandbags piled, but tears lay torn
lapping at a lamp lit road sign.
You’re down, I’m down.
We’re out of luck. We drown
again. Drown again, inside.
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