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I always fall,
into someone's soul,
everytime I am here.
Not so much aboot the bus ride and more aboot how I read your poems on the bus my dear reader
When it rains here,
there is no lightning, nor thunder to fear,
like a tear,
without the shakey voice,
you have the choice,
hide under a tree,
or let everyone one see,
you embrace the sadness,
you embrace the storm,
feeling the cold but accepting the warm,
shout at the clouds,
I'm not leaving!
as the sun shines,
and the tears are just lines,
you will smile knowing,
that when you feel the wind blowing,
and the rain makes you feel like a wet pup,
you can accept it.
I think I stopped writing aboot a storm within the first few lines

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