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Mar 2014
I stand by my window
the rain falls and drips slowly
the sound of it tapping
against the glass
muffles out my crying
and while I'm looking
out into nothing
and everything
for a split second
I swear I see your face
but maybe you just remind me of the rain

Written by
Gabriella
244
     Lior Gavra and Lana Grace
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