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Dec 2014
When a drop of water fell from the engorging sky,
it dropped thousands of miles beneath.
A devious bequeath that upheld the tantrum,
the sky soared with anger until its utter collapse.
How I long for this pain to leave akin the December sky,
this imminent glory was only dreamed about in disguis.
annvelope
Written by
annvelope  Stockholm
(Stockholm)   
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