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Dec 2017
rap tap tap

you hear the trees rustling against the window

rap tap tap

you hear the water dripping in your sink

rap tap tap

you hear the ticking of the clock

rap tap tap

footsteps on the floor

rap tap tap

hes standing by your door
a different pace and genre compared to my usual writing but i wanted to see what i'm capable of producing
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