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Rain

I can hear the rain
Crash on the window pane,
Each drop it sounds the same.
Although unique is each splatter...
The little pitter patter,
Tells me that the latter
Of these statements are true.

©Odd

(Sorry for the repost, accidentally deleted it when I went to copy it from edit)

Odd

@Odd

Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.

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