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Allison

Drops

Copyright, Allison

The drops fall unnoticed,
One by one,
Unseen by anyone.
Down my face,
Hoping to wipe clean.
Down my arms,
Dirtying everything.
Drops of clear,
Flood the halls.
While drops of red,
Smear my walls.
Hope one day,
You here my cries.
Until then,
My soul slowly dies.

 

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