we met like raindrops
on a window pane
flowed together down the glass
so blind to all but us
we did not see
the pattern weaver
pass his shuttle
through our emptiness
leave desires aching thread
to pull us innocently
towards
the
bed
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Raindrops we met like raindrops on a window pane flowed together down the glass so blind to all but us we did not see the pattern weaver pass his shuttle through our emptiness leave desires aching thread to pull us innocently towards the bed |
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