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May 2015
With the coming rain
It seems to wash away
All our doings,
All our crimes,
Giving back a sunny day
The water washes away the dirt on our skin
It washes away everything
In a grey and lonesome process
So we can begin again
Myra
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Myra  24/F/Pennsylvania
(24/F/Pennsylvania)   
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