Shards of liquid crystal on my wind'sill.

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The rain dripped like slivers of silk-a pluvial massacre.

It gleamed and ripped as shards of glass- a crystal aftermath.

and through and through did it lapse, and leap and lap all day,

forming little rivers and bullet-shattered ponds beneath

the mirror of  quick flying grey. 

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