By Anagha Nagaraja
the rain was your best friend
and so i once loved him too.
now that you are gone,
i hate him like i do you.
a thousand people walk these streets,
but your face is all i see.
hoping you'll look back just once,
i'm right where you left me.
surrounding me is an air
of rotting, putrid stench.
i stand under an umbrella,
yet i'm completely, utterly drenched.
By Anagha Nagaraja
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