a one-line poem
the rain dances on the windowpane–plopping in sync with my heartbeat–you pop into my thoughts, peek-a-booing like you sometimes do; yearning to cure me of my pain.
the rain dances on the windowpane–plopping in sync with my heartbeat–you pop into my thoughts, peek-a-booing like you sometimes do; yearning to cure me of my pain.
A Cornered Gurl 
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