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Aug 2012
Thank goodness for rain,
It disguises the tears that crawl down my face,
The redness in my eyes,
Made from the bitter cold,
The truth about my sadness,
Hides beneath the storm cloud of gold,
I am a cunning chameleon,
Showing no signs of exposure,
Safe in my bubble of drizzle.
written in 2008
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
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