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Jan 2016
Pitter,Patter, the rain starts to drop.
While the water may fill upΒ Β the hole on the road,
it will never fill up the hole of one's heart.

The droplets trickling down his cheek
flows into the boys heart,

and while that may create a ripple,
it will never become his tears.
It's been raining lately...:)
raicyd
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raicyd  F/Elsewhere
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