Drops of water
Pieces of rain
Collide with the glass
Trickle down
More drops fall
Join one another
A small stream is born
More drops fall
Splat on the window
Each time
I find a new memory
Each drop
Hurts me more than the last
Memories trickle through my mind
Joining one another
Forming a small stream
Trickling down
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