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Jun 2020
The hard pitter patter on the roof as it wets the outside.
The clouds emptying their thoughts down the drain into a liquid.
The liquid of feeling.
Often said to have no beauty.
Such horrors come from the liquid of feeling.
Though moments of home and peace can be found.
Those are the moments i look for.
The ones that go unnoticed by most the beautiful moments.

the moments of high
so this was made on 6/21/2020 and it was raining outside
Written by
Phoenix
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   MS Anjaan
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