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Gerdlie Jul 2019
There are signs, before the storm
The cumulonimbus clouds slowly creeping in
As you did, when you were quietly creeping away
The light rain sprinkling down on the earth beneath it
As I did, when I let jealousy water my love for you
There are signs, before the storm
I was just too blind to notice them

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