She watches ;
slow tumble - drops of rain
cascade from pane to cheek
back again
ever downward
the corners of her lips
arched toward the pain
her heart.
If she can't swim
in this desert of tears,
surely,
she will drown.
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She watches ; slow tumble - drops of rain
ever downward the corners of her lips arched toward the pain
her heart.
If she can't swim in this desert of tears, surely, she will drown.
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