Don't
believe
a word
being
said.
these
are
echoes
of my
mind.
Don't
believe
raindrops
falling.
these are
just
teardrops
from
another
time.
catching
them
in
my
hand.
like
the
morning
dew.
running
through
my
fingers.
reminds
me of
you.
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