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Apr 2016
Hearing the tapping of rain,
I wish it'd wash away my pain.
A sound we all hear,
but rain runs differently than tears.
Rain streams down your face,
it doesn't have a salty taste.
I want my tears to wash away,
but I choke when the rain comes out to play.
Written by
Joseph Allen
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