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Window

February 5, 2021
By Anonymous

I eavesdrop the soft patter on my window

Listening to the dripping conversations

 

They talk of me

They tease me

They call my name

To join them outside

 

I want to

I need to

I want their voices to fill my head

To be enveloped in their hands

To be their friend

 

I reach out

Eager

To feel them

 

But they flee

Because even the rain

Is terrified of me



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