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Apr 2018
Rain won’t fall
the ground’s grey in this pine grove
because evergreens
jealous
hold back all their needles.  

Not a single drop
my troubled face is dry
as my sight
barely
holds back all its tears

it’s saving all of them
for the moment you’ll be back.
Written by
Karim  20/M/London
(20/M/London)   
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