The weather speaks to me,
The monsoon has come.
Will the rains wash away the sins,
With their melodious hum?
Nightmares increase, and the body burns,
From the crimes inflicted upon it.
Crimes now, once they were love,
And so easily with me you split.
It was torture last night,
I am covered in your remains.
And fits take over my body,
I resist cutting my veins.
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