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Feb 2018
And there,
  beneath my umbrella,
    a puddle formed.
      Tears and rain mingled,
        a stream formed and
          sped toward the storm drain,
            never to be distinguishable again.
Written by
Danielle Petrin  19/F/Nashville, TN
(19/F/Nashville, TN)   
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   Keita
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