I made myself on the circles of time
like the rain
or even softer
wishing intently that you don't ever fix that hole
willing that I'm forever enabled
to enter your reign
Stepping in your lines and circles
being somehow drawn as I walk
my mind wanders
creating the endless tales
our fantasies may rewind
and play
one by one
for ever
And sometimes you will wonder
(perhaps)
what I am made of
whether I am a pixelated dream
or just real rain fighting its way
through the cracks
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