So cold and wet was it that daggers seemed to fall from the sky in the shape of rain.
We stood staring each other in the eye,
Book-ending a rubbish strewn alleyway in the worst part of town.
With that confident smirk on your face I knew you thought I didn’t have it in me.
Brushing your sodden brown hair out of brown eyes, the rain sparkling off your long lashes in the lamp light, you told me as much.
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