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Dec 2012
Take your hurt, get your coat and your boots
and lets go out in the rain.

The sky is dark, I’m wet all through
yet why is the rain so beautiful.

We wear our trauma on our hands
and lift them up to the sky
saying “wash it away, oh please wash it away”.
GreenTea
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GreenTea
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