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Apr 2017
the sky turns grey
and then the patters
softly fall down
dampen my clothe
it feels so cold

stand between the unvailing decisions
stare at the old fool
cry for the unsure
stuck in this skittish

i know i should run
furthermost
unchain my soul
but
should i let this cracky heart
just fall onto miserable surface?
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