The cold torrents of shame,
Washing down,
Emptying through turrets of memories,
Clearing out every recollection,
As I shiver at your touch,
My eyes cringe,
At what was once,
All that I searched,
You roll over in bed,
And I let loose,
Silent drops of rain,
On the sheets that are now stained.
~Rei Shiori
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