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Apr 2018
Clock spins away the pain
Arms that move to rid the rain
The tears that fell an hour before
Of breaks, mistakes, and hate galore
Yet drops that hit the ground below
Make puddles glare a shiny glow
In which itself one cannot see
The person who is lost is me
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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