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Oct 2017
Raining.
The streets are flooding.
I'm just sitting on my table.
Listening to something suitable.

The rain never tells right and wrong.
Sometimes so gentle, sometimes so strong.
But I'm still sitting here.
Music in my ears.

Eventually the rain will stop.
And the busy streets start going hop.
But I'm just sitting here, sobs,
I only wished, the rain never stops.
Vanidy
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Vanidy
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