The water trickles slowly out of the faucet.
Plink plonk
Raindrops leaping to their deaths.
And I fear that when the last one falls,
Nothing will remain of me.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
The water trickles slowly out of the faucet.
Plink plonk
Raindrops leaping to their deaths.
And I fear that when the last one falls,
Nothing will remain of me.
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