The windows were open
And the rain rushed joyfully
Into my room.
And with the wind it ravaged
My favourite bedside book ,
While I watched .
Ripping the pages,drenching them
While I sat,
Motionless.
Till it toppled over
An unrecognisable soggy mass.
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in this rush to think out of the box ,I forgot to see whats inside.
3 comments:
is it not caring for it to hurt?
but i know what you mean. i can't explain it though.
i'm thinking of Dominique accepting Roark blasting cortlandt. interpret.
no dominique cared enough about it to let cortland be destroyed.
its not that i mean.
its about how for lack of care i lose even that which i value and i cant understand y i am like that.
you mean conscious caring, don't you... the not naturally doing something to prevent the destruction ? Dominique consciously restrained herself... and u don't have to.
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