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Jan 2018
You know, it rains in September.
It also rains in October.
On November.
During December.

It always rains, and rains,
and the sky is crying, because I may
be naming months, but it feels like years to me,
sitting here without you.
it's still raining
Acina Joy
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Acina Joy  17/F/On earth, not Mars
(17/F/On earth, not Mars)   
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