The Drops Fall.
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Drip
Drip
Drip.
The drops fall.
Cold grows.
Drops of icy feeling penetrate even the roof and fall.
And, I,
I Man confused with ruffled hair
Fill speedier than drop-fall revolution's ways.
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