Cold Trickle

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She loved the rain,
It's ability to wash away all the dirt
Hide all of her tears and sorrows
When all the birds went into their nests
She would be the opposite

She would come out
Walk under the rain
The cold trickle here and there
It was enough to mix with the warmer one
The ones sliding down her cheeks

Nobody would notice
She'd always have an excuse

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