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Aug 2012
When the words flow from you
it's the sound of a
downpour.
Amazed, I can't look
away.
and the inches of
water
in the street sides
are growing
my mother won't let me go oustide.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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