The raindrops are ticks of their own clock
Time drips by when you're watching
And the seconds make no sense
Which is why
Storms can be comforting
A lull of irregular beats
When you stop
Marching.
Time drips by when you're watching
And the seconds make no sense
Which is why
Storms can be comforting
A lull of irregular beats
When you stop
Marching.
LJ Ireton
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