What is Left of Us?

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Pitter-patter of the raindrops against the asphalt

Rumbling of the cars

Closing distance, supercharged

Fade away, without regards

The pace quickens

Pouring seemingly forevermore

It is fleeting, this rain

Just like feelings, when nothing is left to gain

Like training wheels, believed I could not bear

To live without you, dear

Now, we're here


6/25/19 ~ written while listening to rain

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