poetry I wrote years ago when I was still an edgy kid
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Drip Drop, on the Window Top
Cloudy Skies Surround the Drop
Drip Drop, on the window Pain
How long have I stared into this lightbulb?
It’s blinding white has faded and turned into a dull pink.
I know it’s still white, and my eyes are simply tiring from the brightness,