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May 2015
It started with just a droplet of rain
and the rest was history.
We shared an umbrella
under the raging storm.
We got soaked from head to toe
but who cares
as long as I got to know
the boy with the blue umbrella.
Suddenly feelings rushed in and
my mind was flooded with thoughts of you
I could not help myself
but recall our encounter
that September night because
My god that was beautiful.
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