Drop by drop. . Light slips drip down my back. I scream, leaving an impression on me: "Let me be, too much or too little, just a trace on your skin. "
And while seem mourn, fall crashing to the ground and go back to sleep, go away. And new drops appear, again shouting, again trying to take over my whole being, if necessary. runs through my legs, apparently in a race but trying never reach the goal.
And all over, and all begins again ..
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