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Why is the midnight rain

So much more soothing

Than a dripping sink?

Though downward stains

Of rust are how we think

To cling to life sometimes

Oxidized by pleasure

We’re metallic to the bone

Easily bent, or stretched thin

As wire, conducting heat by breath alone

The torture is exquisite

When you’re sliding down the drain

Numbed by a heart’s measure

And a fortune in your veins