The rain started and you
moved to the window.
Lightning flashed through
the blinds.
Casting lines on your face like
the wrinkles when you laugh.
The water hit the glass, beating
as loud as the screams in my head.
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The rain started and you
moved to the window.
Lightning flashed through
the blinds.
Casting lines on your face like
the wrinkles when you laugh.
The water hit the glass, beating
as loud as the screams in my head.