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Aug 2015
It's raining here
All this rain is so good at finding every hole in my brain,
Stagnating and providing home for bug and disease.
You might have understood that,
But leaving you to your own crawling things
While I learn to love mine;
It's apparently a betrayal.
Raleigh Smith
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