Raindrops on my windshield
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    I tumbled down the curves and contours
    Losing shape every time you took a turn.
    I created pathways through and between
    The others that struggled to hold shape.
    I blended with others to create something
    Much larger than we were before we met.
    We now reflect brighter and bigger, the conflicting scene
    That hung around us, our backdrop.
    Sooner or later we will remain only
    As a dried out remnant of what
    We once were.

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