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Feb 2018
The rainy days were soothing.
Those days she prospered.
The rainy days were soothing,
Until the rains turned to storms.
What came as a steady pace
Slowly turned into a thunderous growl,
Ruining everything in its path.
But she told herself:
It’ll pass.
It’ll pass.
It’ll pass.
          •••
I hope.
Written by
CJ Tims
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