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Anna Yang RainPatterns— Never could be regular Even if they tried their hardest. Their icy tears form on branches like Glass beads on a necklace, Blurring hard edges and Sharp lines. White noise Swallows all surroundings, Just a steady drumming as each Drop touches down. I close my eyes and feel Nothing. As it all Falls Away. |
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