Little Feet
pitter-patter like little feet
raindrops tapping on mine pane
bitter burns hiss and slither
remembrance dismantles my sane
moist summers and eerie chimes
fingertips lost within your mane
like a thief you stole away
yet my heart you've left your stain
(everywhere like little feet)
raindrops tapping on mine pane
or is that you tapping on mine pain
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