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My hopes were lower than the floor of city puddles Until, until The sunlight came which was your name And evaporated me into the clouds And now all that's left is the little sounds Of the new me falling all around With a ripple I change Becoming rain
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
With A Ripple I Change
My hopes were lower than the floor of city puddles Until, until The sunlight came which was your name And evaporated me into the clouds And now all that's left is the little sounds Of the new me falling all around With a ripple I change Becoming rain
Gosh... I really like how this one turned out. Not that the expression is perfect or that it's completely about me. But the flow, the flow.
colmistoirm
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
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