Good listener

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Akin to rain drops persistent on the roof
Like a whistle calling the wind
The memories flooded
Restless and overflowing
And i rehashed each with clarity
Smile and tears
Resembling a bobcat on a tree
And you were still
With so much adoration in your eyes
You lend me your ears.

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