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Sep 2017
My favorite sound, the fall of rain.
Beating down, echoing my pain.
Cold and wet,
I huddle in reluctant shelter
Praying this dark cloud will pass,
and I'll find my centre.
Written by
Kmood  41/F/Auckland
(41/F/Auckland)   
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