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Dec 2011
And I keep trying
to have hope
faith
something
anything

my hands are open
waiting to grasp
you
someone
anyone

but then the clouds come
they
cover me
completely
utterly

then the rain starts
so quickly
haunting
pouring
screaming

ugh, what a cliche
just me
all alone
in the rain
sweet rain
12/4/11
Tana Marie B
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Tana Marie B
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