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Oct 2015
Each raindrop hammers on my ears,
tapping out its melodies, and
messages made meaningless by fears.

The forest is lost in seas of leaves.
And I, perhaps deceived,
though by myself,
seek message in madness,
in random acts of kindness,
through happiness and sadness, I,
I make up meanings for the sound of rain
morse-code love notes soothe the pain.
Dead Poet's Manifesto
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