| Storm Signal Number 3 |

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El nino's finale,
Our overlapping ego
slapped me like
a heavy raindrop pours
and I loathed you
for inflating that nonsense pride

But I hate myself more
because I didn't brought
an umbrella knowing
that there was a
storm signal number 3
inside your cold resistant aorta.

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