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May 2015
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sound of running puddles•
listen...to the          as they make
window pane•             their way out
   pelting my                         of stagnant
       the rain•                    troubles•listen
            sound of                  ...to the calm
                   ...to the                calling of
               listen                     the moist
            •                          breeze•as it
                 whispers its hopeful
        promises and decrees• 
listen...to the chaos in
   my heart •  heals it-    
self everyday  be-    
fore again it gets    
torn apart      
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ryn
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