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rain worn, half torn. - burnt out/still glowing
rain worn, half torn.
sitting by the side of a hospital bed containing my mum. she has just had surgery. she is talking shit and her hand is trembling in mine. this is most helplessly cold and isolating, far side of the world feeling. I am just a little boy again. we lock eyes, I hope she sees a calmness in mine. in me. reassuring, hope. roles reverse. I want to be every thing she has ever been for me.