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Aug 2017
The gray skies grew
As the drizzle begins
For what we knew
And our hearts felt
We sit still secretly
In our own places
For not expectedly
Filling empty spaces
With salty waters set
Our minds cannot wait
And our souls let
All of our emotions
Falling with the rain
To fill many oceans
And as it floods
There is no gain
Just as from drugs
The day does wane
Until we sleep again
Written by
Francisco A Ojeda  54/M/South Florida
(54/M/South Florida)   
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