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Feb 2015
The last raindrop that hangs onto a branch, a twig
let go, or evaporate", which one is the thing,
fall down into the ground or fall up into the air,
                                              steamy but
water always finds the lowest point,
the water table quickly absorbs the fallen,
the sun so hot, sky lifts water up towards the heavens
in sheets
oh,... So looking forward to the last teardrop, eyes
                                                                                   too be
                                                                                  even for a little while.
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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