Rain, fall faster,
I can not hear you -
above the screams.
Agony, they are,
Not of.
Love, I must say -
Is a terrible subject.
Coveted among many,
They do not realize -
A gem, it is not.
More like a rock.
Louder, I beg of you -
Wash this feeling away.
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