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Jun. 1st, 2005 @ 11:20 pm Mirrored
Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
Sitting in the window sill,
my face pressed against the cold, hard glass.
A drop of rain strikes the window
Mirroring a tear.
The two slowly decend.
The tear falls upon his face,
a picture,
The raindrop,
it's shadow.

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