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It seeps through me
Clinging to the skin
I open my eyes and see
It drip, pound, and drop
It rushes through the gutters
Clogging up the streets
But it’s gentle
And falls upon my face
It kisses me
And sends a chill up my spine
As the pitter patter slows
Until there is nothing left
But puddles
- by Aidensnumberonefan |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/26/2010 |
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