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Dec 2019
It's raining outside
Somewhere in the depths
I feel the vibrations
Of raindrops
The plip plop
Of nature's tears

And with them
Come ghost hands
Fingers trailing
Up my sides
Scaling my skin
And then they're gone

Oh, to be alone
Somewhere beneath the surface, my heart must not be so cold.
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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