End Note

Sitting at the edge of a concrete ravine
You'll be drenched in remorse for what you have seen
You'll complain that the storm cuts holes in your scheme
Yet the rain sits still through the space in between
You'll sit, and you'll wait, in this slow fading dream
Your one last black scene. Your one last vaccine

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