When it rains, it pours.
The acid strips away skin,
baring souls to the world:
the lonely, the desperate,
the heart broken, the hopeful.
They cannot hide their pain, joy, sorrow.
They are an open book,
for the world to read,
whether they want it that way or not.
Strangers passing can feel the heat of their emotions,
it draws them in; roots them to the ground.
They become one in love, lust, anger.
Wrapped so deep they forget who belongs to
the fear, envy, suffering.
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