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Apr 2017
The autumn rain,
Turns to snow,
Without pain,
We never grow.
The temperature drops,
Everything turns to ice,
You search in shops,
To find some advice.
The sky is so clear,
The moon looks so near,
Love is nothing to fear,
Stay close to me dear.
written on 3/5/2015
Rachel Procopio
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Rachel Procopio  26/F
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