Rain

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I am the rain gently paying the rooftop
The drop sliding down your wimdow
I glide past the glow of your lamp
Clinging to the warmth of your fingertips pressed against the glass
Losing grip, I slip away

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 30, 2017 ⏰

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