Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make unorthodox little poems unto themselves.
Fragment 23
When the rain,
just drop.
You're only here.
Just drop.
Just drop.
Just drop.
I will never forget my day.
Just drop.
Just drop.
Just drop.
When the rain,
just drop.
When the rain
I'm waiting for.
I think it is?
When the rain,
just drop.
Just drop.
When the rain,
just drop.
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