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May 2015
so we know that it won't stop raining
we're stuck in the broad basketball yard
heart thumping hard like a bassline
i feel lost; you won't taste the rain

and we knew it rained hard a year ago,
locked our existences under sobbing clouds
nothing was worse than being under a roof
and i felt found despite the bad lighting
rey
Written by
rey  Jakarta
(Jakarta)   
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   amelia and Rapunzoll
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