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Jan 2018
I hate it when -
the sun rejected
love from the cloud;
and made it
cry every day
during the monsoon,

And yet
the sun still tries
to shine brightly
over the clouds
as if the storm
never happened.
My love was not justified, and will never happen.
Found this old poem lying somewhere in my documents.
Written by
solfang  24
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