counting the countless raindrops
that perished, touching the thirsty ground.
The darkness of the night gone by, was replaced
by the illusion of distressing fluorescence.
This very light pierced through my eyes, it ripped my heart off.
The language of tears was forgotten;
I no longer knew to cry.
It made me wild; this very luminiscense.
I was always afraid of the light.
I wished it was night again;
my moaning was no longer a sign of distress, then!
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