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Jun 2016
Drops of cold that sting my skin,
As I walk on through the rain..
The sweetness of this
It may be bliss
But is only measured as pain.
Christine G Smith
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Christine G Smith  40/F/Spokane, WA
(40/F/Spokane, WA)   
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