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There is rain washing down the windows of my life. Forming and quenching little tributaries that make their way down to the sill. Trickling down to the sides of the ledge and running down the bricks to find the earth the remnants of a wallower's tears when they're crying alone. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 8/8/07 On Bianca.
"take care of yourself."
(That's what she said to me. About not wanting to always be the one who
was there for me, she was sick of it.)