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Oct 2012
First
the Rain comes as one
like collocate palms
on               tin
             the
                        roof
above us
I once thought
it dawn like,
The grass under
              not now

"i am going to chicago,
       not coming back"

...,  "


                       so I left
Jory
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Jory  Chicago
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