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Feb 2015
Rain comes in quietly,
         Like a cat walking,
It follows the dark clouds,
        Making people run.

Somewhere in the sky,
        A voice calls,
Then as quietly as it comes it leaves,
        Leaving people to consider if it ever happened.
Brianne Rose
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Brianne Rose  27/F/New York, U.S.A
(27/F/New York, U.S.A)   
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