A different ripple falls into my lap;
it is the sound of pins dropping.
Tap my shoulders and fallen hood;
my spine is lax, my eyes are weak.
soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, Soft.
The rain is unafraid,
it fills in the remaining spaces of my forehead.

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