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The rain, so cold.
Emotions hinder my thoughts.
Man, being a sexual being,
Searching for the comfort of flesh. 
Drops of fluid trickling down my chest,
I breathe deep, and breathe out;
Just to release the strong desire for pleasure.
Things the cold weather can do.

Aren’t we but wanderers in transition?
With a purpose of finding our reason.
We deem that life is just temporary,
and hope for something better to see.
But after every tragic fall,
We realize that ghosts are we all.