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May 2019
I am the rain

gently patting

the rooftop

the drop

sliding down

your window

i glide

past the glow

of your lamp

clinging

to the warmth

of your fingertips

as they press

against the glass

losing grip

i slid away
rhiannon
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rhiannon  16/F/Telford
(16/F/Telford)   
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