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Apr 2017
Your tears
slither down my windowpane
or land neatly with a plunk
on my rooftop
But you never shine
The bright sun shines
It gives our world light and warmth
but you stand there all the while
blowing in the gentle breeze
waiting for your day to come
waiting for your chance,
your chance to *shine
be the cloud that shines
wouldn't you like to know
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wouldn't you like to know  18/Non-binary/England
(18/Non-binary/England)   
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   allie and bryn
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