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Feb 2018
The dark clouds outside my window
And high above my dreary world
Rain waters upon my windowsill.
The droplets on the earths surface replace what won't fall from my eyes
To express the quiet sorrows
That I've hidden deep inside.
I've run out of tears to cry
For this particular subject.
And though I wish I could cry
To relieve my sighs
I cannot myself express
This deep sadness
And so I let the clouds,
In all their strong gray beauty,
Cry for me.
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
     Sajini Israel and Elizabeth J
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